Unholy

Now we come to the question, do I kill you?
Do I tear you apart to my heart's delight?
The choices of the beautiful are unbearable

A lucky, lucky girl
She was created by a boy like you
She'd shut you down if she ever, ever knew
'Bout all the (shh) you tell me that you'll do

Dirty, errand boy
You know everyone is talking on the scene
I hear them whispering 'bout the places that you've been
And how you don't know how to keep your business clean

Mommy don't know Daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doing something unholy
He sat back while she's droppin' it
She be killin' it, yeah, she make 'em die slowly

Oh-he-oh-he-oh, no, he can't get back
Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome, you in my endless web
Mommy don't know Daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doing something unholy

Mmm, daddy, daddy, if you want it, drop the addy
Give me love, give me Bendy, in the mood for some tragedy
You gon' need to run it up, 'cause I'm slaying for the day-o
You can watch me back it up, I'll ascend in the A.M

And he, he drew a cutie, call me beauty like no other
I'll steal his face and spill his guts, I'll make him suffer
And when you want it, baby, know I got you covered
And when you need it, baby, you better run for cover

Mommy don't know Daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doing something unholy
He sat back while she's droppin' it
She be killin' it, yeah, she make 'em die slowly

Oh-he-oh-he-oh, no, he can't get back
Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome, you in my endless web
Mommy don't know Daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doing something unholy

Hahaha (lucky, lucky, yeah)
I see you there, my little errand boy (lucky, lucky, yeah)
Yeah, your angel is always watching
Always



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Russell Walter, James John Napier, Samuel Frederick Smith, Kim Petras, Ilya Salmanzadeh, Blake Slatkin, Omer Fedi
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