| Hello victims! | |
| I can almost taste it, | |
| It's the need to see you die, | |
| You thought you had it made, | |
| Well here's your final shock surprise, | |
| How do you like it, | |
| My unfaithful friend? | |
| How do you like it? | |
| How do you like my | |
| Sweet Revenge? | |
| Turn the key in the door, | |
| No one close to hear you scream, | |
| You'll never imagine the pain, | |
| Even in you're foulest dreams, | |
| How do you like that | |
| Invitation friend? | |
| How do you like that? | |
| That's what | |
| I call my | |
| Sweet Revenge | |
| So sweet to see you, | |
| Writhe and crawl and scream for life, | |
| But I can't listen now, | |
| I'm too busy with the knife, | |
| I don't hear you laughing, | |
| My dismembered friend, | |
| I don't hear you laughing, | |
| You don't like my | |
| Sweet Revenge |