I've grown accustomed to his face;
And dreams of gouging out his eyes.
I've grown accustomed to my hate,
My plans to lacerate,
To disembowl,
To hear him howl.
The very reason that I live,
Is plotting how to watch him die.

BART! Turn down that original cast recording and go to sleep.

I know this chubby scalawag has made my life a living Hell.
Surely if I drank his blood, I'd be at peace, but well.

You've grown accustomed to my face.

This isn't a duet.
Sorry.

I've grown accustomed to your fear,
Accustomed to revenge,
Accustomed to your face.

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