I live in a town called Millhaven
And it's small and it's mean and it's cold
But if you come around just as the sun goes down
You can watch the whole thing turn to gold
It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming
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Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
verse 2
My name is Loretta, but I prefer Lottie
I'm closing in on my fifteenth year
If you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green
Then you sure haven't see them around here
Well my hair is a-yeller' and I'm always a-combing
Hook
La la la la La la la lie
My mama often told me that we all got to die
verse 3
You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven
How last Christmas Bill Blakey's little boy didn't come home
They found him the next week up in One Mile Creek
With his head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
Well, just imagine all the wailing and the moaning
Hook
La la la la La la la lie
Even little Billy Blakey's boy, he had to die
verse 4
Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High
Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier
The next day the old fool brought little Biko to school
And we all had to watch as he buried her
Well his eulogy to Biko had all the tears flowing
Hook
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's little creatures, they have to die
Verse 5
Our little town fell into a state of shock
A lot of people were saying things that made little sense
The next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe
Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence
Well foul play can really get a small town going
Hook
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's children, they have to die
Verse 6
In a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate
Was stabbed but the job was not complete
Well, the last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead
Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!"
And twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning
Hook
La la la la La la la lie
The young ones and the old ones, they all gotta die
Verse 7
Yes, it is I, Lottie, The Curse Of Millhaven
I've struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yeller'
It's more like the other way around
I got a pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming
Hook
La la la la La la la lie
Sooner or later, we all gotta die
Verse 8
Since I was no bigger than a weevil they've been saying I was evil
That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it
That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately
Aw, fuck it, I'm a monster, I admit it!
Well it makes me so mad that my blood starts a-going
Hook
La la la la La la la lie
Mama always told me that we all gotta die
Verse 9
Well yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit
Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
I'll sing to the lot, now that you got me going
Hook
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children have all gotta die
verse 10
Then there' all the others, all our sisters and brothers
You assumed were accidents, best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo?
Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom
Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing
Hook
La la la la La la la lie
Even twenty little children, now they had to die
verse 11
And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum
That was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen
Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued
All cause of a wee little girl with a can of gasoline
Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing
Hook
La la la la La la la lie
Well a rich man and a poor man, they all gotta die
verse 12
Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial
I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah
Well it ain't home, but you know, it's better than jail
It ain't such a bad old place to have a home in
Hook
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
verse 13
Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests
I keep telling them that I think they're out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course!
There's so much more I could have done if they'd let me!"
So it's Rorschach and Prozac, and everything is groovy
Hook
Singing La la la la La la la lie
Well, all God's children they all have to die
La la la la La la la lie
I'm happy as a lark now, and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
Everything is groovy and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
Well, all God's children they gotta die