A Game Called Murder

Which of you mooks should I select,

Which one won't see the dawn?

Should I choose one who stares defiant,

Or choose one who looks forlorn?

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Man or woman, young or old,

The healthy or the sick?

Which one of you will meet Lucille?

Who shall taste my favourite stick?

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Eeeny meeny, can't decide,

Oh why is life unfair?

Miny moe, oh whom to choose?

For now I'll savour your despair.

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Selection over, choice is made,

In your eyes I see your dread.

What can I say? Chance is a bitch.

Now it's time to crush your head.