She was the color of TV
Her mouth curled under like a metal snake
Although Holy Wood was sad
They'd remember this as Valentine's day
Flies are waiting
[Refrain] x2 :
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
Slit our wrists and send us to heaven
The first flower after the flood
I saw that pregnant girl today
She didn't know that it was dead inside
Even though it was alive
Some of us are really born to die
Flies are waiting
[Refrain] x2
Slit our wrists and send us to heaven
The first flower after the flood
[Refrain] x2
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