Giggles, Garlands & Gallows, Pt. 2 - M.i.d.g.e.t.s.

Fifteen days... Fifteen bodies...
 Fifteen ways... Fifteen corpses
 Slaughters with a common point
 A red nose on the smashed face of the dead
 A killer wants each of us dead
 Midgets, dwarves, the short legged
 Fate strikes again the miniature
 Once punished by Mother Nature
 Federate - Organize - Resist
 Dismembered litlle bodies
 Eviscerated human dollies
 With objects sticked into their butts
 (This is) A holocaust in Lilliput
 A community traumatized
 The petits nains are terrorized
 Carnage atmosphere
 Horror in Smallville
 Watch the short legged organize their strike back
 Determined to survive
 Smallest militia that you've ever seen
 To the keep the dwarves alive
 Army of the little - United and strong against barbarism
 I think I've heard an information about the one who's responsible
 For the carnage among us my friends, the one that loves us better dead
 It could well be a clown - And there's a circus downtown
 Let's investigate, find him and then castigate
 Let's abduct the fucker, force-feed him spitting flowers
 Let's investigate, find him and then castigate
 Let's abduct the fucker, force-feed him spitting flowers
 Get up get up get up get up
 Let's get it up
 Bloodthirsty midgets are combing our town
 With every tool convenient to kill a clown
 Mocking the tiny may damage your health
 Your body soon will swing at the gallows end
 Washing our honor
 Avenging our brothers
 We know the monster (we have to) seek & destroy
 Come on come on get up get up, get him tied at the end of the blade
 Come on come on get up get up, got a monster to seek & destroy
 Come on come on get up get up, confessions then decapitate
 There'll be no mercy no second chance
 (Find him, greet him, kill him, then eat him).
 From the guts of town, a vengeance is arising
 And it seems that Mr Bozo's evening is gonna be no country walk
 We know where you live, we know you live alone, we're heading for
 Your place
 Gonna tear it all down
 We've got sticks and guns and ropes and knives and there's no use to run
 Cause you cannot hide
 Mr Clown
 Now the joke's on you
 A worm in the apple has fucked up your brain
 You got a big black ball instead of your head
 So don't be stunned if I give you a hug
 It's a stab in the back, a dryer in your hot tub
 Mr Clown
 Now the joke's on you
 This is not my last confidence
 I prepare my defense with offense
 So what the fuck would be the good scarves
 To hang the half of an army of dwarves
 And that joke's funny
 At the end you die
 Yeah the joke's on you
 At the end you die
 This is not my last confidence
 I prepare my defense with offense
 So what the fuck would be the good scarves
 To hang the half of an army of dwarves
 Thank you for the compliment
 I'm gonna use and abuse of my absolute combination
 I prepare my own defense in case a
 Mouse trap is not enough to fight the midget mission