Bride of Valentine
This cold unloved bride
Was stitched together with spare parts.
The only thing they left out of her
Was a warm, still beating heart.
Diving off the stage,
Sheena landed on her head.
She has risen from the grave,
Because punk's not dead.
Lilith loved all things goth,
Which forced her way into eternal sloth.
Now she's damned to wake each night,
To feast on blood till morning light.
Lottie ate a pound of aspirin
That went straight to her head.
She pretended they were sweets
Instead of treats for the dead.
On the midway of Hell
Schitzo died of laughter.
Now he turns each show
Into a bloody disaster.