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Deep in the playground I spotted you A little child By the age of two Sitting on a bench I watch your every move Thinking of how I will slaughter you I see you and all of your friends Thinking of the fresh meat I will attend I get in my van And i drive close Killing the ones Who loved you the most Taking you home In my picnic basket SongtexteOnce your dead You'll need no casket I'll take you home For a mid-night feast This kindergarden massacre Will not cease (Thanks to Ethan for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania