I've grown accustomed to his face;
And dreams of gouging out his eyes.
I've grown accustomed to my hate,
My plans to lacerate,
To disembowl,
To hear him howl.
The very reason that I live,
Is plotting how to watch him die.
BART! Turn down that original cast recording and go to sleep.
I know this chubby scalawag has made my life a living Hell.
Surely if I drank his blood, I'd be at peace, but well.
You've grown accustomed to my face.
This isn't a duet.
Sorry.
I've grown accustomed to your fear,
Accustomed to revenge,
Accustomed to your face.
And dreams of gouging out his eyes.
I've grown accustomed to my hate,
My plans to lacerate,
To disembowl,
To hear him howl.
The very reason that I live,
Is plotting how to watch him die.
BART! Turn down that original cast recording and go to sleep.
I know this chubby scalawag has made my life a living Hell.
Surely if I drank his blood, I'd be at peace, but well.
You've grown accustomed to my face.
This isn't a duet.
Sorry.
I've grown accustomed to your fear,
Accustomed to revenge,
Accustomed to your face.