I want your head
I want your wicked parts
I want to wring out your evil thoughts
I want to eat out your bitter heart
I want your soul to sing six words harmony
Of all the pigs that might tempt me
I know you're sick alone and I'm telling everyone everything
So scratch it on the wall of your coffin on your sick day home
"And when your lover loves to cheat, there's another you can meet
It's a short pier, it's a long walk home"
You gotta show me where it hurts
There's a beast and a burden
Kicking, spitting on your bathroom floor
This is your life, this is your life
And when I'm done, it's over a little bit more
Good things die all the time
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine
"Kiss me like you mean goodbye, " said the spider to the fly
When all those times you thought that you were wrong
You were right
So if I fight the good fight, will hairlines recede?
Will lines deepen in face to craft a look of defeat?
I feel the end is near, my little Monday night whore
My little Saturday night became a Sunday remorse
When it's all over America
The Godless game show heathens
This is your life, this is your life
At last, my good friend, we are even
I know I'll never lose an arm, I'll never stay up staring at the phone
I'll never rot up with disease, don't you bury me and leave
Don't you leave me in the ground alone
You gotta show me where it hurts, never cremate me to burn
Never chop me up and throw me to sea
You'll never have to find the words, they come spilling unrehearsed
But you and I will never find that peace
Good things die all the time
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine
"Kiss me like you mean goodbye, " said the spider to the fly
When all those times you thought that you were wrong
You were right
Good things die all the time
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine
"Kiss me like you mean goodbye, " said the spider to the fly
When all those times you thought that you were wrong
You were right
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God Bless Your Black Heart opens with one of The Paper Chase’s signature songs, “Said The Spider To The Fly,” which immediately introduces the album’s central themes of religion, morality, jealousy, vengeance, and malcontent.

This song is commonly thought to be about Jeffrey Dahmer, but John Congleton has explicitly denied this on Twitter. However, the sample at the end of this song actually comes from the testimony of Tracy Edwards at Jeffrey Dahmer’s trial, and many other details of this song (e.g. “I want your head/I want your wicked parts”) line up very well with Dahmer’s crimes.

This apparent contradiction is best resolved by the assumption that John took inspiration from Jeffrey Dahmer and other serial killers (e.g. John Wayne Gacy, who is sampled on “Ready, Willing, Cain and Able”), but did not write this song directly about them or from their perspectives.

Henry, Tell your wife everything
Henry, put the Bible under your hand/head
Henry, bite your lip if she says,
"Do you love me? Do you love me?"
Henry, what's the chaplain to say?
When your alley cat'n after the wake
And all the filthy Johns can say
"Oh let's be bad, Henry....Let's be bad, Henry"
Wife bedside, the good sons says his goodbyes
A voice from a pine box
Come to me, come to me, come to me
Wife bedside, the good son says his goodbyes
Come to me, come to me, come to me
Wife beside, the scarlet woman waits outside
Sweet heart's wicked spine is a dastardly tool that maps out my sidelines
Wife bedside, do you want to meet your god?
Did you crush her hand?
As she kicked and she jerked and she cursed at the pain?
The girls you got inside? Tell me every time you tried
Tell me everything
Come to me, come to me, come to me
Come to me