the curse of milhaven...
i live in a town called milhaven,
and it's small and it's mean and it's cold
but if you come around just as the sun goes down,
you can watch the whole thing turn to gold
well, it's around then that i used to go roaming
my name is Loretta, but i prfer Lottie
i'm closing in on my 15th year
if you think that you've seen a pair of eyes more green
then you sure haven't seen 'em round here!
and my hair is yellow, which i'm always a'coming
you must have heard about the curse of milhaven
how last christmas Bill Blakey's little boy didn't come home;
they found him the next week up in one mile creek
with his head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning
then Professor O'Rie, from milhaven high
found nailed to his door his prize winning terrier
the next day the old fool brought little Biko to school
and we all had to watch as he buried her
well his eulogy to Biko had all the tears flowing
our little town fell into a state of shock
a lot of people were sayning things that made little sense
well, the next thing you know the head of handyman Joe
was found in the fountain of the mayors residence
how foul play can really get a small town going!
in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs. Colgate
was stabbed but the job was not complete
and the last thing she said, before the cops pronounced her dead
was "my killer is Loretta...and she lives across the street!"
well, twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning!
Yes! it is i, Lottie, the curse of milhaven
i've struck horror in the heart of this town
like, my eyes ain't green, and my hair ain't yellow
it's more like the other way round!
i got a pretty little mouth underneath all the foamin..
i killed bill blakeys boy, stabbed mrs. colgate i admit
did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
but i never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
stevie baldahoon and his friend with the pumpkin sized head
i'll sing to the lot now that you've got me going!
well, i confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial
i was laughing when they took me away
off to the asylum in an old black mariah
it's not home, but you know it's better than jail
it's not such a bad old place to have a home in
i got shrinks that will not rest
with their endless rorschack tests
i keep telling them that i think they're out to get me
they ask me if i feel remorse
and i answer "why, of course! there's so much more i could have done,
if they had let me!"
so it's rorschack, and prozak and everything is groovy!
and it's small and it's mean and it's cold
but if you come around just as the sun goes down,
you can watch the whole thing turn to gold
well, it's around then that i used to go roaming
my name is Loretta, but i prfer Lottie
i'm closing in on my 15th year
if you think that you've seen a pair of eyes more green
then you sure haven't seen 'em round here!
and my hair is yellow, which i'm always a'coming
you must have heard about the curse of milhaven
how last christmas Bill Blakey's little boy didn't come home;
they found him the next week up in one mile creek
with his head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning
then Professor O'Rie, from milhaven high
found nailed to his door his prize winning terrier
the next day the old fool brought little Biko to school
and we all had to watch as he buried her
well his eulogy to Biko had all the tears flowing
our little town fell into a state of shock
a lot of people were sayning things that made little sense
well, the next thing you know the head of handyman Joe
was found in the fountain of the mayors residence
how foul play can really get a small town going!
in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs. Colgate
was stabbed but the job was not complete
and the last thing she said, before the cops pronounced her dead
was "my killer is Loretta...and she lives across the street!"
well, twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning!
Yes! it is i, Lottie, the curse of milhaven
i've struck horror in the heart of this town
like, my eyes ain't green, and my hair ain't yellow
it's more like the other way round!
i got a pretty little mouth underneath all the foamin..
i killed bill blakeys boy, stabbed mrs. colgate i admit
did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
but i never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
stevie baldahoon and his friend with the pumpkin sized head
i'll sing to the lot now that you've got me going!
well, i confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial
i was laughing when they took me away
off to the asylum in an old black mariah
it's not home, but you know it's better than jail
it's not such a bad old place to have a home in
i got shrinks that will not rest
with their endless rorschack tests
i keep telling them that i think they're out to get me
they ask me if i feel remorse
and i answer "why, of course! there's so much more i could have done,
if they had let me!"
so it's rorschack, and prozak and everything is groovy!