I come from a place where every name and every face
seems so familiar.
In came Miss Progress in her black dress.
Look at the mess.
She is a killer.
Much like you and I, in every case that's made,
there has to be a traitor.
It's me this time and I'm trading fun for right.
Well, I regret the notion later.
Carol D's a name that comes to mind when I go back to reminiscing.
Abilene's a woman from my childhood.
I spent the evenings kissing.
I'm a fool for dreaming her alive
and loving something cold and rocky.
The homophobic gentleman,
Bill Barricade,
but their efforts couldn't stop me.
In came Miss Progress in her black dress.
Look at the mess.
She is a killer.
In came Miss Progress in her black dress.
Look at the mess.
She is a killer.
In came Miss Progress in her black dress.
Look at the mess.
She is a killer.
No!
No!
No!
No!