I've grown accustomed to his face!

And dreams of gouging out his eyes!

I've grown accustomed to my hate; my plans to lass array;

to disembowel, 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.

And surly if I drank his blood I'd be...at peace....but when?

You've grown accustomed to my face.

This isn't a duet!

Sorry!

I've grown accustomed to your fear; to revenge; accustomed to...

your face!