Am I live in a town called Millhaven Dm And it's small and it's mean and it's cold But if you come around just as the sun goes down Am You can watch the whole thing turn to gold G G7 It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming Chorus: C Am Singing La la la la La la la lie Dm E7 Am 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 you have seen a pair of eyes more green Then you sure haven't see them around here Well my hair is a-yeller' and I'm always a-combing Chorus: La la la la La la la lie My mama often told me that we all got to die You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven How last Christmas Bill Blakey'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 the wailing and the moaning Chorus: La la la la La la la lie Even little Billy Blakey's boy, he had to die Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier The 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 flowing Chorus: 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 Chorus: La la la la La la la lie Even God's children, they have to die 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!" And twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning Chorus: La la la la La la la lie The young ones and 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 yeller' It's more like the other way around I got a pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming Chorus: 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 Aw, fuck it, I'm a monster, I admit it! Well it makes me so mad that my blood starts a-going Chorus: La la la la La la la lie Mama always told me that we all gotta die Well 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 Chorus: La la la la La la la lie All God's children have all gotta die Then there' all the others, all our sisters and brothers You assumed were accidents, best forgotten Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo? Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing Chorus: La la la la La la la lie Even twenty little children, now they had to die And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum That was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued All cause of a wee little girl with a can of gasoline Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing Chorus: La la la la La la la lie Well a rich man and a poor man, they all gotta 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 Chorus: 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 that I think they're out to get me They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course! There's so much more I could have done if they'd let me!" So it's Rorschach and Prozac, and everything is groovy Chorus: Singing 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 now, and everything is fine La la la la, la la la lie Everything is groovy and everything is fine La la la la, la la la lie Well, all God's children they gotta die | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm C Dm E7 G G7 |