Beat our guest, beat our guest, Slam a bat into their chest
Stuff a rock into a sock and turn their face into a mess
Break their arms, break their face, pop a socket out of place
unleash all the hidden fury you’ve suppressed!
They’ll find it hard to plead, when they profusely bleed
all down their vest-
I don’t jest!
They’re too toothless to protest!
Beat our guest, beat our guest, beat our guest!
Certain as the Sun’s
Hard to look right at
Tiny little legs
Hopes somebody begs
Dresser with a bat
There goes the baker with his tray like always I think he’s wondering where I’m at. Every human falls the same: First a screech, then they’re in pain. They’re no trouble for the dresser with a bat.
I saw downstairs, I coulda swore, A piece of furniture that wants my blood and more, Bat firmly grasped! What lies in store? Where’s that damn dresser now? It was just here before!