She was just a rookie girl and she surely shook with fright, She checked off her equipment and made sure her thights were high; She had to chase and listen to those awful witches roar, "You ain't gonna fight no more!"
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, she ain't gonna fight no more.
There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the ground, Intestines were a'dangling from her magical girl suit, She was a mess, they picked her up and poured her from her shoes, And she ain't gonna fight no more.
