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Welcome to the parlor said the spider to the fly

If you come in here you will catch your death

If you stay out there will die

Would you have me in for a lovely spot of tea

I turn my back you'd grab your axe and sink it into me

Show no mercy, As you thrash, Blood flies everywhere

One last word you cough and gasp

There's violence in the air

Killing in just another simple thing you do

You'd turn your back I'd grab my axe and sink it into you

Victims of the Axe

The rich keep getting richer and the poor all stay cold

The same old thing goes on and on the story is getting old

Perhaps you'd like to trade places with me for a while

I'd see you there suffering I'd just sit there and smile

Victims of the Axe

We're all victims of the axe there's cutbacks everyday

Raise your axe and let rip make the posers pay

Ask me any questions and I'll tell you any lies

Don't ask about my business I might rip out your eyes

Victims of the Axe