Bloodshed in the Woodshed Songtext
von Moulettes

Hell hath no fury
Like that of a woman scorned

Nothing parallels the fury of a cast off lover
Assassination calls for one or another of
You can feel the full force of wild bloody justice
Sickening lust and it′s sordid accomplice

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Tripwire, small fire, bathing with a hairdryer
Arsenic, ice pick, cyanide makes you sick
Gutted, garroted, noose ready knotted
Sharp side, rusty knives, bedroom full of beehives

Wolfsbane, acid rain, unimaginable pain
Hemlock, electric shock, make do with a big rock
Quicklime, perfect crime, asbestos over time
Day of reckoning, bayonette beckoning


Oh darling
What have you done?
You've forced my hand, to
Bloodshed, bloodshed down in the woodshed

Oh darling
What have you done?
You′ve forced my hand, to
Bloodshed, bloodshed down in the woodshed

Do you feel hunted, haunted
Moderately daunted
Accursed, accused
Baffled, confused
Will it make you reconsider the scorn that you deliver?
Repent, repent or woe betide you

Oh darling
What have you done?
You've forced my hand, to
Bloodshed, bloodshed down in the woodshed

Oh darling
What have you done?
You've forced my hand, to
Bloodshed, bloodshed down in the woodshed


Oh, I′m headed for the gallows
Oh, oh, to be callow is such sorrow
Oh, oh, I′m headed for the gallows
Oh, oh, to be callow is such sorrow