Milly Machine - Mr. Berry's Shoes Lyrics

Old boy, you've done it again
You've woke up with blood on your hands
Was it friend or foe's?
Oh, you don't know

Well the morning papers say three victims found mauled and torn
But by the smell of your breath,
It was probably more
We must address this issue post haste, sir
But first

Where are your shoes?
Where the hell are your shoes?
Berry! Where are your shoes?
Where the f*ck are your shoes?

Young chap, you must not forget
That the affliction you harbor within's of a lycanthrope
Part man, part wolf

And now the dreaded full moon's reared its ugly head
And I guarantee more poor souls end up dead
We must sever the bloodline, sir
But first

Where are your shoes?
Where the hell are your shoes?
Berry! Where are your shoes?
Where the f*ck are your shoes?

Perhaps strychnine stew?
Or an acid bath?
Regardless the method, you must...

Kill yourself!
You must kill yourself!

And not to sound selfish
But I could use some rest
This ordeal is such a mess
The longer you sit, taking breaths
The longer I walk this earth...
...in limbo

Good friend, no grudges I bear
For when your transformed jaws
Did tear right through my throat
Now here I rot

I know that this is not the ideal end to be had
But rest assured, it doesn't hurt that bad
Think of the lives you'll save with this ac-
Oh goddammit Berry!

Where the f*ck are your shoes?
Where the hell are your shoes?
Berry! Where the f*ck are your shoes?
Oh!
It doesn't matter when you're hanging off of that noose