Lyrics
Shes the fiend stripping away the layers
Of a skin that is dead
Youre the rapist laying around just a pattern in a pool of red
Threading her needle, tanning your hide
Youre no longer just a waste of skin
Youre face down on the ironing board
When she puts the last stitches in Hemline!!!
Shes the butcher hacking away at your flesh
And youre still alive
Youre the pedophile screaming for help
But nobody can hear your cries
Boiling your bones, frying your rind youre no longer
Just a waste of skin
Your rump roast is on the butchers block when she
Puts the last stitches in Hemline!!!
Shes wearing you well!!!
Youre not a waste of skin!!!
Hemline!!!