Fake Palindromes

My dewy-eyed Disney bride, what has tried
 Swapping your blood with formaldehyde?
 Monsters?
 Whiskey-plied voices cried, "Fratricide!"
 Jesus, don't you know that you could've died
 You should've died
 With the monsters that talk, monsters that walk the earth
 And she's got red lipstick, and a bright pair of shoes
 And she's got knee high socks, what to cover a bruise
 She's got an old death kit she's been meaning to use
 She's got blood in her eyes, in her eyes for you
 She's got blood, in her eyes for you
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 Certain fads, stripes and plaids, singles ads
 They run you hot and cold like a rheostat, I mean a thermostat
 So you bite on a towel
 Hope it won't hurt too bad
 My dewy-eyed Disney bride, what has tried
 Swapping your blood with formaldehyde?
 What monsters that talk, monsters that walk the earth
 And she says, "I like long walks and sci-fi movies
 If you're six foot tall and East Coast bred
 Some lonely night we can get together
 And I'm gonna tie your wrists with leather
 And drill a tiny hole into your head"
 I wanna drill a tiny hole into your head