Well I’d rather cut you than the wedding cake And your bloody guts on my rented tux And I do, I do, I do wanna kill you Til death do us part, I’ll tear us apart
Now I kiss your cold dead lips And I dip my chips in the blood that drips And I smear the cake right in your face Let your God take you to a better place
[Pre-chorus] Well I loved you to death Well I loved you to death
[Chorus] Die, die, die, Die my bride
And all you ever meant to me Was absolutely nothing And with this ring now I the wed Don’t wanna kiss you bitch, wanna bash your head
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Я скорее порежу тебя, нежели свадебный торт, И твоя кровь струится по моему взятому напрокат смокингу. И, да, да, я хочу убить тебя, И пока смерть не разлучит нас, я разлучу нас.
Я целую твои холодные мертвые губы И макаю свои чипсы в кровь, которая капает с тебя, Размазываю торт по твоему лицу... Пусть Господь заберёт тебя в лучший мир!
Я любил тебя до смерти, Я любил тебя до смерти...
Сдохни, сдохни, сдохни, Сдохни моя невеста!
Ты никогда не значила для меня Абсолютно ничего. Теперь, с этим кольцом на пальце, я женат, Но я не хочу целовать тебя, сука, хочу снести тебе башку... WELL I'D Rather Cut You Than The Wedding Cake And Your Bloody Guts on My Rented Tux And i do, i do, i do wanna kill you TIL DEATH DO US PART, I'LL TEAR US APART
NOW I KISS Your Cold Dead Lips And i Dip My Chips in The Blood That Drips AND I SMEAR THE CAKE RIGHT IN YOUR FACE Let Your God Take You to A Better Place
[Pre-chorus] Well I Loved You to Death Well I Loved You to Death
[Chorus] DIE, DIE, DIE, Die My Bride
And All You Ever Meant to Me Was Absolutely Nothing. And this Ring Now i the wed Don't Wanna Kiss You Bitch, Wanna Bash Your Head
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I ratch you rather than a wedding cake, And your blood flows on my rented tuxedo. And yes, yes, I want to kill you, And while death can not tell us, I can share us.
I kiss your cool dead lips And macay your chips in blood that drips with you I smear the cake in your face ... Let the Lord take you to the best world!
I loved you to death I loved you to death ...
Sdokhni, die, die, Droin my bride!
You never meant for me Absolutely nothing. Now, with this ring on the finger, I am married But I do not want to kiss you, bitch, I want to demolish you the ball ... | |