Chain Whip (Beautiful Monster Theme Song)

VERSE 1

The seasons change and so does my mood

What good does it do to sit around and brood?

I’ve got a chain whip curled up on my hip

I’ve got enemies who need an afterlife trip

They took my soul and my intelligence

In my mind they took up permanent residence

Took my creativity and everything with it

How many chain lashes must be given?

CHORUS

One! Two! Black and blue!

Three! Four! Let’s go to war!

Five! Six! Suck it, bitch!

Here comes the chain whip!

VERSE 2

Maybe whiplashes aren’t the answer

Strangulation doesn’t seem much faster

Chokehold suplex tickles my fancy

The anticipation makes me feel antsy

I’ve got a psychotic grin on my face

As your blood splatters all over the place

Your skin shredded, your bones broken

Your thick skull has been split wide open

CHORUS

One! Two! Black and blue!

Three! Four! Let’s go to war!

Five! Six! Suck it, bitch!

Here comes the chain whip!

VERSE 3

If war is the answer, what’s the question?

What other solutions are even worth mention?

Should I shake your hand and call it a truce?

Should I suck your dick as even further proof?

Should I give you a hug? Accept your apology?

Or is this another instance of reverse psychology?

An iron head butt for your pretty little head

A hundred lashes even after you’re dead

EXTENDED CHORUS

One! Two! Black and blue!

Three! Four! Let’s go to war!

Five! Six! Suck it, bitch!

Here comes the chain whip!

Seven! Eight! Bring on the hate!

Nine! Ten! Your reign will end!

Eleven! Twelve! See you in hell!

Thirteen! Fourteen! Scarlet dreams!

Keep on counting the lashes!

Dust to dust! Ashes to ashes!

WINDHAM’S DIALOGUE

It’s not that I don’t believe in love. It’s that love doesn’t believe in me. FUCK LOVE!

Lingerie

CHORUS 1

I’m going to dress you up in women’s lingerie

In women’s lingerie, in women’s lingerie

I’m going to dress you up in women’s lingerie

In the most delightful way

VERSE 1

Make you look sexier than Dita Von Teese

Because every beauty needs their own beast

Nothing wrong with public humiliation

See if you’re worth sixty second masturbation

CHORUS 2

I’m going to dress you up in women’s underwear

In women’s underwear, in women’s underwear

I’m going to dress you up in women’s underwear

I don’t even give a care

VERSE 2

Make you look sexier than Scarlett Bordeaux

Make you the star of your own smoke show

Wrap my hands around your neck when it’s over

Leave you in the streets with a post-mortem odor

CHORUS 1 & 2

I’m going to dress you up in women’s lingerie

In women’s lingerie, in women’s lingerie

I’m going to dress you up in women’s lingerie

In the most delightful way

I’m going to dress you up in women’s underwear

In women’s underwear, in women’s underwear

I’m going to dress you up in women’s underwear

I don’t even give a care

VERSE 3

Make you look like a fool just like you did me

Make them laugh their heads off so wild and free

Maybe my methods are a little too extreme

Maybe I’m giving into my weirdest dreams

Maybe I need to see a shrink or a priest

Take a bite of wafer cookies like the final feast

Maybe I need to tone this down a little bit

Then again, I really don’t give a fucking shit!

CHORUS 1 & 2

I’m going to dress you up in women’s lingerie

In women’s lingerie, in women’s lingerie

I’m going to dress you up in women’s lingerie

In the most delightful way

I’m going to dress you up in women’s underwear

In women’s underwear, in women’s underwear

I’m going to dress you up in women’s underwear

I don’t even give a care