Emilie Autumn

There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead
And when she was good
She was very, very good
But when she was bad,
She was HOMICIDAL!
Hatchet?
Check!
Scalpel?
Check!
Rusty steel syringe?
Check!
It's time for war,
It's time for blood,
It's time for TEA!
One day that little girl
May find a filthy metal spike
And drive it right in the middle of your forehead
For she and her friends
This is very, very good
For you the game is over
This is revolution!
Hatchet?
Check!
Scalpel?
Check!
Amputation saw?
Check!
It's time for war,
It's time for blood,
It's time for TEA!
We've got the tools,
We've got the time,
To punish your girls for any crime against humanity
Somewhere it's always time for tea
We're trained by the very best
You think you can fight the oppressed?
Eradicate the enemy
Somewhere it's always time for--