Intro:
Suckers and Prisoners
This is my Torture Number 5

Verse 1:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
You're strapped in the chair so I'll just drive
to the kitchen store to get some knives
and forks i ask if i should get a butcher knife
they say 'i really don't think so'
i say 'well, that's just TOUGH!'
I'm getting a million plus some other stuff
like lasers, bazookas, feathers, and teathers
the teather's for strangling you after i cut off your nethers
i do all this stuff and more and you'll break down and say 'my lord'
i do it till they say that, uh, just for sport
to make it worse whatever i do
they will just have 2 lump it

Chorus:
A million sticks of dynamite and a knife
a billion globs of gelegnite to give u strife
a hundred thousand mousetraps just for fun
and in my pocket the worlds biggest gun
a whole lot of grenades 2 make you fly
and no anaesthetic 2 make you "high"
a really big pointy thing in that bed
a little bit of me makes u so dead

Ccccct!(That sound people make while they move their finger across their
throat as 2 indicate death)

Torture number 5!

Cccccct!

Verse 2:
My knife goes down and i move it all around
It's either in your bum
or right in your tum
i move it one inch left and one inch right
an inch 2 the front and an inch 2 the side
i do it once, i do it twice
and if you're covered in blood then i'm doing it right

Chorus

lump it!
just lump it!
Torture number 5!
moo-hoo-ha-ha

Chorus

Bridge-thingy:
I do all i do
just to torture a twit like u
i know u can't run cause u have no thighs
i am just gonna make u cry

Torture Number 5!