A Bloody Second Round
If it is red wine
Jason will dine
Since it is time
For the young to have a dirty mind
Oh brother
Here comes headless mother
Looking to kill my lover
Oh boy am I gonna suffer
Go to the other
Cabin and kill another
While I play a role
That will make Jason fold
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