Flinching as her wavy hair hisses Slithers around and around Entangles her face Nothing is to be seen Coils of our beauty queen's reptile crown I can't bare to see your face without thinking "Kill Her" I just want my fucking space I can count the six feet under ground I just wish you were erased Who'd think a mirror to your face could kill Stone Your monster face chews beauty no more And hoe I'd kill to gaze upon kind recollection Where you and I could bow Perhaps to get along less the ugly in stone With all the smiles and all that's kind Put right in your face None could silence the sound Of your hissing moral chorus Kill her Fucking kill her Stick the fucking mirror to her fucking face Queen of the Ugly