22 October 2012
A shoe, whose owner'd been slain
See, another fairy tale lass Had shoes that were made out of glass The lovely Cinderella Said goodnight to her fella Went home on her own, the dumbass...
He was ready to take the next life And laying in wait with his knife Ah Cinderella, you'll do Ooo what lovely shoes! I'll be taking them home to the wife...
So Cinderella lay dead He'd cut off her pretty head He was disturbed while at play Dropped a shoe, ran away Leaving one in the lane, stained blood red
Prince Charming found himself tested But it was the wolf that they arrested He knew Riding Hood With those teeth! All that blood! And it was he that the locals detested
If you go down to the wood today Don't forget there's a killer at play I'd wear training shoes Not ones you could lose Then at least you can try to run away...
A Grim Fairy Tale • Opuss № I