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Where's Your Kids Gone? 1 by Charles

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Where's Your Kids Gone? 1 by Charles - Dance,both vocals music cover art

Where's Your Kids Gone? 1

Dance,both vocals

0:003:18
Lyrics
Description
(verse)
Nurse Beverly Alex, needles in bed pads
Bitch, she's got blood on her hands
You're Barbara Wanker, can't fuckin' act
Oh no, fuck's sake, Jimmy Savile's back
He's as bad as that, come from Art Attack
Vogue's wanting kiddies on tap
Chop off their nuts! Fred Weston bros, out on the bound
If you see them around, just give me a shout
Huddled sheep men having a blast
Fifteen bodies laying out on the grass
Hey, like my hat
She's teaching kids, never any in her class
What she did, don't ask, it's all nail on her ass
Ian Brady, no, not from the bunch
Just like Harlow, he's another icon
Don't get me started, we've just begun
Hiccups damage, howling all slush for fun
(chorus)
We're not quite like you
But yes, the kids we love too
We'll babysit tonight
You'll maybe lose one or two
Killing the evening, hands full of blood
We're all coming out, witching season
They'll make a great fucking stew
The perfect meal set for two
(verse)
Fred's in the CR, grabbing a beer
Kids in the ground, row full of cheer
My arrest job now in disco
A whiz at the till
We're lions out to wander the hills
Just like Harlow, he's another icon
Don't get me started, damn, he's nuts
Oh no, that's his dinner, or was it his lunch?
And Ralph Harris in the place
Gonna bring the house down
Seen a tessie looking kid, gonna chase around town
Here too, scurry glitter, ready to prime
All right, fucking loser, you can smell the grime
(chorus)
Trust us if you dare
You'd stink that we care
Focus, we're there
Now off to the lair
(bridge)
Hey, hey!
Blood on my hands, but a smile on my face
We'll turn your night into a happy play
Killing the evening, hands full of blood
We're all coming out, we're gonna help ourselves
Don't mind, we're just like you
Walk from the fact that we make a kill or two
Can't all see the mess,
We'll be your best friends,
The only smart thing is,
Where's your kids gone again?