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! And 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! Die! Die! Die my bride!