Kill, Kill

To the tune of Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy

They say I’m no good, so on them I’ll put a curse

Barely stuttered out

"Avada Kedavra" and now it’s stuck to my tongue

My victims get too over-dramatic

“Tonight it can't get much worse"

They say, but then they’re . . .



They’re two quarters and a heart down

But I do want to forget how their voices sound

They hear about the deaths and they write them
In the “Daily Prophet”



Kill, kill

They’re falling apart at my feet

Kill, kill

And these are the lives I love to end
Kill, this is the way they'd love

Harry’s misery is from me



Harry felt it, before they found out

Drink up his blood

Last resort

But it was a mistake, if it wasn’t then . .



Mr. Weasley’d be two quarters and a heart down

And I do want to forget how his voice sounds

They hear about the death then they write them

In the “Daily Prophet”



Why don't you show me the little bit of bone

You've been saving for my caldron, (rebirth)



Kill, kill

They’re falling apart at my feet

Kill, kill

And these are the lives you'd love to end

Kill, this is the way they'd love

Harry’s misery is from me



Why don't you show me the little bit of bone

You've been saving for my caldron (caldron, caldron)

I only want sympathy in the form of you bowing on your knees to me


Kill, kill
They’re falling apart at my feet
Kill, kill

And these are the lives I love to end



Kill this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)

Kill this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)

Kill this is the way they'd love

Harry’s misery’s from me



Kill, kill
Kill, kill
Kill, kill
Kill, kill

Submitted by Emily Barksdale