I'm Growing a Cross Around My Neck

I'm growing a cross around my neck I'm getting my body to form perfectly I'm bride hopeful with one God crutch My Hellmouth, my monster, my Shrek I'm growing a cross around my neck Not as strong as a swollen stream in early May I wish I had a classroom full of good My stump, my scarecrow, my shipwreck Outside over there where swamps are pink The daisies would impale me, oil jacks would rail me Seven Dwarfs would jail me I'm growing a cross around my neck If I had a dollar for every time I had a fantasy I would sooner destroy my manhood than betray your heart My bruiser, my wretch, my Hunchback Outside over there where woods are pink The daisies would impale me, oil jacks would rail me Big bad wolf would jail me Sylvia is in the woods picking flowers She hears a twig snap, but when she glances around she doesn't see anything Suddenly, some birds rise from the brush - startling her and the audience Sylvia smiles as she watches them fly away A gloved hand clamps down on her mouth and we see the infamous masked man He forces her arm down and the flowers fall As he drags her away, the camera focuses on the fallen bouquet Don't you love symbolism? I'm growing a cross around my neck I'm getting my body to form perfectly I'm bride hopeful with one God crutch My Hellmouth, my monster, my Shrek Outside over there where woods are pink The daisies would impale me, oil jacks would rail me Big bad wolf would jail me