| I loved the old man. |
| He had never wronged me. |
| He had never given me insult.
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| For his gold I had no desire. |
| I think it was his eye. |
| Yes, it was this. |
| One
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| of his eyes resembled that of a vulture. |
| A pale, blue eye with a film over
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| it. |
| Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold. |
| And so, by degrees, very
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| gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man and thus rid
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| myself of the eye forever.
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| So I’m headed door to door
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| With my grandmother’s cookie jar
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| I’m sellin’cookies, 12 for a dollar
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| I ring the doorbell, nobody wants any
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| I resort to goin’cheaper — 2 for a penny
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| Anybody, everybody, they hate me I can tell when they spit and degrade me There’s only one house left, the last on the block
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| Old Man Willie on the hilltop
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| I ring the doorbel, the door creeps open
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| And there it was starin’and scopin'
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| The man’s left eye, red, big, and drippin'
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| I was trippin'. |
| Ahh, seeya!
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| I ran home. |
| I couldn’t stop thinking
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| About his eyeball winking and blinking
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| And it looked not a damn thing like the other Ugh!
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| Shoulda wore a patch on the motherfucker
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| It hypnotized me, mesmorized me Traumatized, paralyzed, terrorized me Creepers, where’d you get that ball
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| And tell me how it even fits in your skull
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| (prechorus):
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| I want a big long knife to stick it in.
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| I wanna lift up the eyelid and kick it in.
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| He’s gotta die. |
| I want his eye buried in my backyard.
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| It ain’t hard, I’m killin’Old Evil Eye!
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| (End prechorus)
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| Evil eye…
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| Oh-Oh-Eye (The bitch gon’die! Die-die-die-die-die-die-die)
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| Evil eye…
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| Oh-Oh
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| (End chorus)
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| Now this is the point. |
| You fancy me mad. |
| Madmen know nothing. |
| But you
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| should’ve seen me. |
| You should have seen how wisely I proceeded with caution
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| with what foresight, with what patience I went to work. |
| I was never kinder
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| to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him.
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| A day gone pass since I heard about J.O.
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| Met up in this sleigh, cuz I don’t fuckin’play.
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| Anyway, I gotta do him in. Got a rusty revolver
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| Put the silver bullets in.
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| I’m plannin’on playin’one right to his nugget.
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| Down my drawers with the bucket.
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| It’s time to go, fuck it.
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| I stuck it up… to his neck when he came to the door.
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| I really didn’t know what I was in for.
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| First the cold man stared, no a gaze, no a stare.
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| Kinda like there was no one there.
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| How weird, my body froze with the blink of his eye.
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| Evil eye, sendin’chills up my spine.
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| What to do? |
| What to do? |
| I gotta try to break.
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| I gotta try to make. |
| my way to the gate.
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| Wait. |
| I can’t move, I’m stuck to the ground.
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| W-What the fuck was that? |
| I think I heard a sound,
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| Turned around, there it was, starin’at my face.
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| This little old man’s eye’s a make me a mental case.
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| That’s when I felt the pain deep inside,
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| Deep inside, now his eye’s open wide.
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| (prechorus)
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| That night it ceased. |
| The old man was dead. |
| I placed my hands on the
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| heart and there for many minutes there was no pulsation. |
| He was stone dead.
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| His eye will trouble me no longer. |
| His eye will trouble me no longer. |