Big Account... Warning! Graphic Violence!

Killer steps up to the window

He's waited long enough

The doors have all been locked

And now he can get tough
 

He waited while the girls

All talked about boy-friends

And now his patience has

Come right to the end
 

The other's wouldn't help

The girl on drive-up duty

The manager was kissing ass

Trying to get some booty
 

Killer's seen enough

Now he's really pissed

He bends Mike into a pretzel

Now his own ass he can kiss
 

The girls are all screaming now

'Cept that hard-core chick

He staples blondie's lips to nose

And gives her chin a lick
 

The vault is standing open

He herds them all inside

Hard-core chick he leaves out

The rest are going to ride
 

The ones that have open mouths

He stuffs 'em full of bills

Mike, he whimpers on a bed of loot

Cash won't cure HIS ills
 

The blood is running all on the floor

As 'hard-core chick' yells give 'em more

A pretty hand with pink, pink nails

Slammed in a drawer, amid the wails
 

Now it's time to count the fingers

Put them in the counting machine

Blood squirts out of the wringers

Ohhh...listen to her scream
 

There's a client, one who wouldn't go

Hiding behind the ornate vase

Killer spots him, don't you know

Used a paper-weight to smash his face
 

The last one is just scared right to death

She can't even scream no more

Breaks the bones in that lovely breast

As he slams the big vault door
 

He motions now to Hard-core

Come and let me out

She does so quite reluctantly

He kisses off her pout
 

As he walks away

She hears him mutter low

"Thanks for the excersise" my dear

But now, I really have to go