I live in a town called Millhaven. And it's small and it's mean and it's cold. But if you come around just as the sun goes down. You can watch the whole town turn to gold. It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming. Singing La la la la La la la lie. All God's children they all gotta die. My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie. I'm closing in on my fifteenth year. And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green. Then you sure didn't see them around here. My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing. La la la la La la la lie. Mama often told me we all got to die. You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven. How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home. They found him next week in One Mile Creek. His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones. Well just imagine all the wailing and moaning. La la la la La la la lie. Even little Billy Blake's boy he had to die. Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High. Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier. Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school. And we all had to watch as he buried her. His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing. 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. Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe. Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence. Foul play can really get a small town going. La la la la La la la lie. Even God's children all have to die. Then in a cruel twist of fate old Mrs Colgate. Was stabbed but the job was not complete. The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead. Was "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!". Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning. La la la la La la la lie. The young ones 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 yellow. It's more like the other way around. I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming. La la la la La la la lie. Sooner or later we all gotta die. Since I was no bigger than a weavil 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. O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it!. It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going. La la la la La la la lie. Mama always told me that we all gotta die. 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 you got me going. La la la la La la la lie. All God's children have all gotta die. There were 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. La la la la La la la lie. Even twenty little children they had to die. And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum. There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen. Insurance companies ruined land lords getting sued. All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline. Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing. La la la la La la la lie. Rich man poor man all got to 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. It ain't home but you know it's fucking better than jail. It ain't such bad old place to have a home in. 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 they're out to get me. They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer "Why of course!. There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!". So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy. Singing La la la la La la la lie. All God's children they all have to die. La la la la La la la lie. I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine. Singing La la la la La la la lie. Yeah everything is groovy and everything is fine. Singing La la la la La la la lie.