(Mr. Bones) Well lemme, lemme tell you, a lunatic Escaped from the asylum I used to dig a hole for the body box, then I'd hide them In my backyard, another torture in the cellar A dwella A rather fucked up young fella Got bats in my belfry But nobody helps me An eye on my enemy Cause everybody wants to kill me I find myself in a bottle of liquor But is it quicker For me to stick her Or maybe I should stick you! What do I do? My mind is gone with the wind My mortal sin Is hidden with a friendly grin I don't know, what do you think? I can't see straight Ad I've had too much to drink Blink my eyes and try to find my soul I'm on a roll ...
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