Red Knives and Plastic Wives

It was love, it was love.
Mr. and Mrs. West.
What love?
What holy matrimony?
What love could breed such brutality?
Oh Mr. Fred West, oh Mr. Fred West.
Oh Mr. Fred West, we love you the best.
Oh Mr. Ice Cream man,
Give the girls a little treat
Lure them with your charm and bring them home to the wife you keep.
Your children love you
Your knife so sweet
25 ways to die on Cromwell Street.
This pair didn’t play fair
Abduction and seduction,
How lovely was this monstrosity?
Oh Mr. Fred West, oh Mr. Fred West.
Oh Mr. Fred West, we love you the best.
Oh Mr. Daddy Butcher,
Working third shift at the slaughterhouse.
You became the job and brought it home to your lovely spouse.
Your children love you
Your knife so sweet
25 ways to die on Cromwell Street.
This pair didn’t play fair
Abduction and seduction,
How lovely was this monstrosity?
First blood
Fred’s first love
Rest in peace,
RIP sweetie
Under the kitchen floor
His little mangy whore.
It didn’t stop them because they were bloodthirsty; they were love thirsty for more.
Slowly this morbid fascination turned murder into bliss
So wifey West and her loving husband buried bodies and blew a kiss.

Oh zombie mommy with your pressed apron and your plastic smile
You killed your own blood
The innocence you defiled.
Oh Dosie Rosie, what have you done?
I guess you and Daddy West were having too much fun…

Fred’s in the cellar with a butcher’s knife
Hacking up the ladies with his beautiful wife.
1, 2, life is through!
3, 4, blood on the floor!
5, 6 pick up tricks!
7, 8 murder and rape!
9, 10 nearing the end!
11, 12, let dissolve!
12 bodies laid to rest in the garden of their residence.