I live in a town called Millhaven

And it's small and it's mean and it's cold

But if you come around just as the sun goes down

You can watch the whole thing turn to gold

It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming

Singing La la la la La la la lie

All God's children they all gotta die



My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie

I'm closing in on my fifteenth year

And if you think that you've seen a pair of eyes more green

Then you sure didn't see them round here

My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing

La la la la La la la lie

Mama often told me we all gotta die



You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven

How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home

The found him next week in One Mile Creek

His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones

Well, just imagine the wailing and moaning

La la la la La la la lie

Even little Billy Blake, he had to die



Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High

Found nailed to his door, his prize-winning terrier

The next day the old fool brought little Biko to school

And we all had to watch as he buried her

His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing

La la la la La la la lie

Even God's little creatures, they have to die



Our little town fell into a state of shock

A lot of people were saying things that made little sense

Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe

Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence

Foul play can really get small town going

La la la la La la la lie

All God's children all have to die



Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs. Colgate

Was stabbed but the job was not complete

The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead

Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!"

Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning

La la la la La la la lie

The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die



Yes, it is I, Lottie. The curse of Millhaven

I've struck horror in the heart of this town

Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow

It's more like the other way around

I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming

La la la la La la la lie

Sooner or later we all gotta die



Since I was no bigger than a weevil they've been saying I was evil

That if "bad" was a boot then I'd fit it

That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately

O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it!

It makes me so mad that my blood really starts a-going

La la la la La la la lie

Mama always told me that we all gotta die



Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit

Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed

But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos

Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head

I'll sing to the lot, now that you got me going

La la la la La la la lie

All God's children we all gotta die



There were all of the others, all our sisters and brothers

You assumed were accidents, best forgotten

Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo?

Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom

Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing

La la la la La la la lie

Even twenty little children, they had to die



And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum

There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen

Insurance companies ruined, landlords getting sued

All cause of a wee little girl with a can of gasoline

Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing

La la la la La la la lie

Rich man, poor man, all got to die



Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial

I was laughing when they took me away

Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah

It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than jail

It ain't such a bad old place to have a home in

La la la la La la la lie

All God's children they all gotta die



Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests

I keep telling them they're out to get me

They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course!

There's so much more I could have done it they'd let me!"

So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy

Singing La la la la La la la lie

All God's children have all gotta die

La la la la La la la lie

I'm happy as a lark now and everything is fine

Singing La la la la La la la lie

Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine

Singing La la la la La la la lie

All God's children they all gotta die