April did me two-time
With my homies Biff and Howard
Now congealing body parts sheared:
All that's left after I've scoured
Should do no crime with axes
Lotsa bloated bits I can't toss
A dishevel-ly crime leant to mess
As cleavin' bone is a pain - I would hack and chop

I've got pieces of April
A-seepin' in a fragment'ry array
I've got pieces of April
It's a gory display

I should be depressed and glummer
To sheath and cloak that awesome scene
Sealing nasty bits of April
In overflowing Hefty greens
Cut an' thrust the limbs of whose hands denied me vows
Machetes gleely flay
So sad I did in April
'Cus she's a chore to throw 'way

I've got pieces of April
I lopped in eviscerate-y way
I've got pieces of April
Such bitchin' morning of play

I've got pieces of April
A creepy little shimmery coupee
I've got pieces of April
Bits forlorn-y and gray

She was whoring
Now she's portions today
Lotsa portions
Just a torso
Couple forearms
Gory display
It's a corpuscle spray
Just - just some morsels
A gory display
A gory display...!