Fake Palindromes

My dewy-eyed Disney bride, what has tried

Swapping your blood with formaldehyde?

Monsters?

Whiskey-plied voices cried fratricide!

Jesus don't you know that you could've died

(you should've died)

With the monsters that talk, monsters that walk the earth

And she's got red lipstick and a bright pair of shoes

And she's got knee high socks, what to cover a bruise

She's got an old death kit she's been meaning to use

She's got blood in her eyes, in her eyes for you

She's got blood in her eyes for you

Certain fads, stripes and plaids, singles ads

They run you hot and cold like a rheostat, I mean a thermostat

So you bite on a towel

Hope it won't hurt too bad

My dewy-eyed Disney bride, what has tried

Swapping your blood with formaldehyde?

What monsters that talk, monsters that walk the earth

And she says, "I like long walks and sci-fi movies

If you're six foot tall and east coast bred

Some lonely night we can get together

And I'm gonna tie your wrists with leather

And drill a tiny hole into your head"