Fake Palindromes

My dewy eyed, Disney bride what has tried Swapping your blood with formaldehyde Monsters, whiskey-plied voices cried fratricide Jesus, don't you know that you coulda died? You should have died with the monsters what talk Monsters what walk the earth And she's got red lipstick, and a bright pair of shoes And she's got knee high socks, what to cover a bruise She's got an old death kit, she's been meaning to use She's got blood in her eyes, in her eyes for you She's got blood in her eyes for you Certain fads, stripes and plaids, some singles ads They run you hot and cold like a rheostat I mean a thermostat So you bite on a towel, hope it won't hurt too bad My dewy eyed, Disney bride what has tried Swapping your blood with formaldehyde With the monsters what talk, monsters what walk the earth She says, I like long walks and sci-fi movies You're six foot tall and East coast bred Some lonely night we can get together And I'm gonna tie your wrists with leather And drill a tiny hole into your head And I'm gonna drill a tiny hole into your head