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





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


If you think that you have seen a pair of eyes more green


Then you sure haven't seen them around here

Well, my hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing





La la la la, la la la lie

Mama often told me that we all got to die





You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven

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


They found him the next week up in One Mile Creek


With his head bashed in and his pockets full of stones

Well, just imagine all above wailing and moaning





La la la la, la la la lie

Even Bill Blake's boy, he had to die





Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High

Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier


Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school


And we all had to watch as he buried her

Well, 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


The next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe

Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence


Well, foul play can really get a small town going



La la la la, la la la lie


Even God's children, they have to die




Then in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate

Was stabbed but the job was not complete

Well, 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 that I'd fit it


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

O $#&@ it, I'm a monster, I admit it

Well, it makes me so mad that my blood 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 have all gotta die



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

You $$#umed were accidents, best forgotten

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

Everyone $$#umed 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

That was the biggest %#@!-fight this country's ever seen

Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued

All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline

Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing



La la la la, la la la lie

Well, the rich man, the poor man, they 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

Well, it ain't home, but you know, it's 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 is so much more I could have done if they'd let me"

So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy



La la la la, la la la lie

Well, all God's children they all have to die

La la la la, la la la lie

I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine



La la la la, la la la lie

Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine

La la la la, la la la lie

Well, all God's children they gotta die