| So I heard another boy went missing, the poor kid
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| Not to be poignant, but I wish I’d ignored it, cuz
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| I didn’t even believe in witches before this
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| But now it’s time to get my pitchfork and a torch
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| Three o’clock in the mornin'
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| I probably oughtta be snorin'
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| Instead I’m gettin' lost in a forest
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| Don’t call me Goldilocks — I don’t want any porridge
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| Like I give a fuck which bowl’s the coldest, hottest or warmest
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| I got bigger problems — should’ve gotten insurance
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| For this trip, cuz now I’m missin' - someone report it
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| Sure hope the cops brought a lot of chalk for my corpse
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| If they find it, it’ll be divided up into portions
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| Chopped and tossed into a bubbling cauldron
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| Along with body parts, possibly belonging to orphans
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| The moment that you start runnin' low on your resources
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| You’re only in survival mode, totally robbed of endorphins
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| I’ve stumbled upon a cacophonous chorus
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| Of the awfulest noises, there’s a knot in my organs
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| But I got my dog at least
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| And I keep him off the leash
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| If he’s barkin' up a tree, you don’t wanna ignore him
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| I got a feelin' there’s some ominous force
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| This godforsaken nature walk couldn’t be farther from borin'
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| I found a house with every orifice boarded
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| I think it might be haunted, should I knock on the door? |
| Witch
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| Who’s gonna get your goosebumps bumpin'?
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| Don’t put me in a corner
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| Hair-raiser, got your heart rate pumpin'
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| Don’t put me in a corner
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| Roll camera, hope your nose is runnin'
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| Got a tissue? |
| Cuz I really could afford one
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| Turn around, I wanna show you somethin'
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| No thanks, I’m looking at the corner
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| Starin' at the wallpaper, cuz I adore it
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| But I think these support beams need some reinforcement
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| This shithole’s a little more than just a fixer-upper
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| If I were you, I’d put it on the market, get another
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| You could probably find a squatter or list it for rent
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| But if you move, Mrs. Witch, tell me which way you went
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| Cuz I don’t need to see you, I can picture it in my head
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| I mean, look at me I’m already pitching a tent
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| I know that I never should’ve been holdin' her totem
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| I saw the writing on the walls, but I don’t know who wrote 'em
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| I really thought I had balls, but I’m not so bold in the scrotum
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| I wanna go back home and crack open a cold one
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| Military training didn’t prepare me at all
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| I’m converting my k-nine into a therapy dog
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| Come here Bullet, stay put and wide awake until daytime
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| With daddy in the corner, we’ll be watchin' the paint dry
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| Who’s gonna get your goosebumps bumpin'?
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| Don’t put me in a corner
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| Hair-raiser, got your heart rate pumpin'
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| Don’t put me in a corner
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| Roll camera, hope your nose is runnin'
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| Got a tissue? |
| Cuz I really could afford one
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| Turn around, I wanna show you somethin'
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| No thanks, I’m looking at the corner
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| Yo, Goldilocks, you better be scared bitch
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| This predicament’s worse than your «Three Bears"sitch
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| It’s timeout for you, does that seem fair kids?
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| Unless you dare turn to face me, the Blair Witch
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| I’m gonna make you take a walk down memory lane
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| Cuz I’m a devil manifesting your shame
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| Remember everything wretched, you’re gettin' less and less sane
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| You’re never finding the exit when I am letting you stay
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| Setting the stage, and you’ve been cast in the play
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| The final act is beginning, and it’s a tragedy — yay
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| You want someone to blame for all this? |
| Take a hint, dunce
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| Go sit in the corner, forget the witch-hunts
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| Listen to my voice, follow the call
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| If you simply give it time, promise you’ll become enthralled
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| I see it in your eyes, you don’t wanna die at all
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| But tellin' me to stop? |
| Better off talkin' to a wall
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| Who’s gonna get your goosebumps bumpin'?
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| Don’t put me in a corner
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| Hair-raiser, got your heart rate pumpin'
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| Don’t put me in a corner
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| Roll camera, hope your nose is runnin'
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| Got a tissue? |
| Cuz I really could afford one
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| Turn around, I wanna show you somethin'
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| No thanks, I’m looking at the corner
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| Don’t put me in a corner… |