The Curse of Millhaven (2011 - Remaster)

I live in a town called Millhaven

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

It's around then that I used to go a-roaming

A la, la-la-la, a la, la-la-lie

All God's children, they all gotta die

My name is Loretta, but I prefer Lottie

I'm closing in on my fifteenth year

If you think that you've seen a pair of eyes more green

Then you sure haven't see em around here

Well my hair is a yeller and I'm always a-combing

A la, la-la-la, a la, la-la-lie

My mama often told me that we all got to die

You must have heard about the Curse of Millhaven

How last Christmas Billy 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 the moaning

La, la-la-la, a la, la-la-lie

Even Bill Blakey's boy, he had to die

Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven 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

La, la-la-la, a la, la-la-lie

Even God's little creatures, they have to die

Our little town fell into a state of shock

A lot of people were saying things that made little sense

The next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe

Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence

Well foul play can really get a small town going

A la, la-la-la, a la, la-la-lie

Even God's children they have to die

In a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate

Was stabbed, but the job was not complete

Well the last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead

Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across street"

All twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning

A la, la-la-la, a la, la-la-lie

The young ones and the old ones, they all gotta die

Yes, it is I, Lottie, The Curse of Millhaven

I've struck horror in the heart of this town

Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yeller

It's more like the other way around

I got a pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming

A la, la-la-la, la, la-la-lie

Sooner or later we all gotta die

Since I was no bigger than a weevil they've been saying I was evil

That if bad was a boot that I'd fit it

That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately

Aw, fuck it, I'm a monster, I admit it

Well, it makes me so mad that my blood starts a-going

La, la-la-la, a la, la-la-lie

Mama always told me that we all gotta die

Well, yeah I drowned the Blakey Kid, 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

Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin sized head

I'll sing to the lot, now that you got me going

La, la-la-la, a la, la-la-lie

All God's children have all gotta die

Then there all the others, all our sisters and brothers

You assumed were accidents best forgotten

Recall the children who broke through like the ice on Lake Tahoo

Everyone assumed the warning signs had followed them to the bottom

Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing

La, la-la-la, a la, la-la-lie

Even twenty little children, now they had to die

And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum

That was the biggest shit fight this country's ever seen

Insurance companies ruined, landlord's getting sued

All cause of a wee little girl with a can of gasoline

Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing

La, la-la-la, a la, la-la-lie

Well a rich man and a poor man, they all gotta die

Well, I confessed to all these crimes and the put me on trial

I was laughing when they took me away

Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah

Well, it ain't home but you know it's better than jail

It ain't such a bad old place to have a home in

A la, la-la-la, a la, la-la-lie

All God's children they all gotta die

Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests

I keep telling them 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've done if they'd let me

So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy

La, la-la-la, it's la, la-la-lie

Well all God's children they all have to die

La, la-la-la, a la, la-la-lie

I'm happy as a lark now and everything is fine

La, la-la-la, a la, la-la-lie

Everything is groovy and everything is fine

La, la-la-la, a la, la-la-lie

Well, all God's children, they gotta die