Disgrace, Disgrace
Disgrace, disgrace.
A serpent with a pretty face.
Disgrace, disgrace.
Kill me, kill me.
Disgrace, disgrace.
Never have I pleased you.
Disgrace, disgrace.
So what use am I?
Disgrace, disgrace.
Never right, always wrong.
Disgrace, disgrace.
The bitch you wish was gone.
Disgrace, disgrace.
Let’s see the pretty red.
Disgrace, disgrace.
I’ll welcome Death’s embrace.
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