1. The Storm In The Colouring Book Graveyard
The colors run
and so do THEY
with their arms stretched out reaching for you
There is a great tornado
spinning ghosts and blowing leaves
pulling headstones straight out of the ground
...and all of this will happen...without making a sound
Skeletons dance like indians for the rain
...and all of this will happen...when you go insane
and so do THEY
with their arms stretched out reaching for you
There is a great tornado
spinning ghosts and blowing leaves
pulling headstones straight out of the ground
...and all of this will happen...without making a sound
Skeletons dance like indians for the rain
...and all of this will happen...when you go insane
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Let me take one moment to introduce the Sounds Of Doom!!!
My voice casts spells in pumpkin patches!!!
My ghostly choir says,"Hello....(hello)!!!"
My guitar is a cozy guillotine CHOP!!!
My words are a poisoned lullaby...la la la la la la...
If you're gonna see what I'm singing
Keep youe eye on the Music Phantom...
I walk the Earth
with my Golden Harp
I'll play for you a D, an E, an A,
and maybe T and H
I know you've never heard of those chords...on Earth!!!
But I will play them for you
In hopes that you will sleep forever...forever
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Will I be drowned in the middle of the bay???
If I survive, will I get eaten by sharks???
Or will I freeze in the water so cold and dark???
Will I fall down into a bottomless well???
Or wake up screaming in the stomach of Hell???
Will twelve black widows crawl up into my bed???
And if it hurts too much, will I shoot myself in the head???
(whistle solo)
A falling brick from the twentieth floor
it knocks me down so I crawl to your door
I pound and scream, for your love and your care
Only to find, you're not even there
...Hey!!Death!!Come out where I can see ya...
...I'm tired of running...I don't want to hide anymore...AHHH!!!
Time ticks by like me
running through a graveyard
tapping tombstones with a wishbone
CRACK! wishing wishing wishing
Death wasn't on my back...
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the length of 13 tombstones away
hypnotizing children
and I hide here
behind a rusty ol' stop sign
for Honest John to not find...me
I saw him
on a purple hazy Autumn day with an evil face
on the back of his head
and I hide here
behind a rusty ol' stop sign
for Honest John to not find...me
I saw him
removing bloodied straw with a pocket mirror
I swear he glanced at me
(Because his eyes are glowing)
(Because his teeth are growing)
(And as he turns around...I don't make a sound)
I hope he forgets
oh oh oh c'mon
oh oh oh c'mon
oh oh oh c'mon after me
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