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You'll never know what happens behind the closed doors
The skeletons in the closet, all the blood and all the gore.
He steps from the last victim, still steeped in her blood,
To see the current fiancé, her emotions carried in the flood.

…Here comes the bride
To throw away her life…
Who would have guessed
Her soul had been possessed?

Here she comes on down the aisle,
Behind her veil she wears a smile.
In her hands the bright bouquet,
Daddy's here to give the bride away.

Best man fumbles for the band,
Groom puts it on her trembling hand.
Almost before the vows are through,
In her weakest voice she says, "I do."

Her head's still in denial
As she's carried down the aisle
To a doom she will know forever
The devil's groom is oh-so-clever.

Her father's so proud, beaming
Her mother, so typical, tears streaming.
How would they feel instead,
Knowing they married their daughter to her death?

Here comes the bride
Something old
Here comes the bride
Something new
Here comes the bride
Something borrowed
And something blue

She hears the sound of little feet,
But first there's a wedding cake to eat.
Guests line up to kiss the bride.
The groom says he's a lucky guy.

Guests see the tears on her face,
She turns away to hide her disgrace.
"Get her a napkin", her father requests
"The bride's so happy. She feels so blessed."

The slimy groom grasps her hand,
"Isn't that right? Say yes." He commands.
The bride would like nothing more but to tear away,
But under his watchful eye, she says what he wants her to say.

Up above the church bells ring
Again, the bride's eyes begin to sting.
She looks up and prays, looking discreetly inherent.
Silently, she apologizes to her loving parents.

Up above the church bells ring
Preacher says which psalm to sing
There was silence 'till a bride's maid sighed
And someone said, "Here comes the bride."

And now he knows the match has been sealed.
All this trickery, his performance was ideal.
He looks at the bride, looking devoid of life.
He grins, and fingers his lovingly prepared knife.

Here comes the bride
Something old
Here comes the bride
Something new
Here comes the bride
Something borrowed
And something blue.

You may now kiss the bride.

They'll never know what happens behind the closed doors
The skeletons in the closet, all the blood and all the gore.
He steps from the last victim, her wedding dress still caked in blood,
And leaves her dead in the ditch, face-down in the mud.