Over the river climbing up the hill
  like a digital reproduction
  a frequency that kills
  women weep, dogs faint, the police beg
  but she won't stop that feeling
  going up and down their legs
  
  aches and pains
  i swear some women have fangs
  i'll help you count your scars tomorrow
  
  you spoke out loud when you should bite your lip
  now the joke's on you my friend
  and you can't get it fixed
  your zipper broke, she stole your socks, you lost your shirt
  she grabbed you by the nose
  and she rubbed it in the dirt
  
  over the river climbing up the hill
  like a digital reproduction
  a frequency that kills
  the big old dog just lost his bone
  so now he begs
  but she won't stop that feeling
  going up and down and up and down his leg