Oh what a thrill, when the crimson starts to spill
And my Millie goes in for the kill
She's the angel of death, for me
When I hear her victims start to scream
In and out of the sack, she's the maniac for me
When the blood starts drippin' down the walls
And the bodies, start to fall
When my Millie's guns a-blazin' in the heat
She makes the murderin' fun, for me
Of all the imps in hell, it's for her that I fell
(It's for him that I fell)
Are you fucking filming us right now?