Well, I'd rather cut you
Than the wedding cake
And your bloody guts
On my rented tux
and I do, I do, I do
wanna kill you
till death do us part
I'll tear us apart
Now I kiss your cold dead lips
and I dip my chips in the blood that drips
and I smear the cake right in your face
LET YOUR GOD TAKE YOU TO A BETTER PLACE
by: Murderdolls
How Do You Get To Heaven?
"If I sold my house and my car, had a big garage sale, and gave all
my money to the church, would that get me into heaven?" I asked
the children in my Sunday school class.
"NO!" the children all answered.
"If I cleaned the church every day, mowed the yard, and kept
everything neat and tidy, would that get me into heaven?"
Again the answer was, "NO!"
"Well, then, if I was kind to animals and gave candy to all the children and loved my wife, would that get me into heaven?" I asked them again.
Once more they all answered, "NO!"
"Well," I continued, thinking they were a good bit more theologically sophisticated than I had given them credit for, "then how can I get into heaven?"
A five-year-old boy shouted out, "You gotta be dead!"