| Boom that’s the sound of the heart bringing doom
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| In the floor boards up in the room
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| All day every night every day like boom, boom, boom, boom boom
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| Some call me a good man, even passionate
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| I’d even give you my last if you asked for it
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| In my twilight so I need assistance
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| I hired a caretaker a week after Christmas
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| He’s very good at what he does
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| Fixes banana pancakes which I love
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| And he treats me awesomely
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| But one thing that kid of bothers me
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| He never looks in my eye when he talks to me
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| My only sin is that I look a little different
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| Can’t understand why he’s trippin'
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| Over my appearance? |
| Got to be more than that
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| Passin' judgment like he’s some kinda quarterback
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| But I’m old and I just need some kind of peace
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| I mean I think he even watches me when I’m tryin' to sleep
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| But he does the job well, and that’s enough for me
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| I just wanna live my last days comfortably
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| Boom that’s the sound of the heart bringing doom
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| In the floor boards up in the room
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| All day every night every day like boom, boom, boom, boom boom
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| It’s time for the blood bath
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| Yes I’m sure, pray to your lord
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| I’ve been haunted by the man since back in '04
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| Time to get revenge and so I wait by the door
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| Hiding in the shadows got an evil plot in store‚
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| I’m sure he be catching Zs, 'cause he snores
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| Want to cut his eye out, throw it on the floor
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| Leave the crime scene so clean well of course
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| Too bad I’m a victim of the Poe folk lore
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| Hubris it’s a problem, seen it before
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| Homeboy heard me coming knew that he was done for
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| «Who's there?» |
| he screamed I attacked with the force
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| Suffocated him till he could breathe no more
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| By four he was dead and his soul transformed
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| Put him the chamber underneath the floorboards
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| Nevermore as a corpse would he bother me or
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| He could come back somehow from the morgue
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| Boom that’s the sound of the heart bringing doom
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| In the floor boards up in the room
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| All day every night every day like boom, boom, boom, boom boom
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| Now I’m dead and gone feeling no more pain
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| Frame has ceased but my spirit remains
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| So he thinks I’ll never creep him out again, huh?
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| Little does he know the scary parts just beginning
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| He invites the cops in, this guys so cocky
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| Sits down right next to where he hid the body
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| Just then something comes over my spirit
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| My heart starts beating, but only he can hear it
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| It starts off softly, the volume increases
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| Soon it’s deafening, piercing like a weapon and
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| He realizes that it’s coming from the floor boards
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| Confesesses the crime and he can’t take it anymore
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| The cops dig me up open the shut case
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| Now he’s in the penitentiary pressing up plates
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| If I told you how you’d only be amazed
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| Avenged my own from beyond the grave
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| Screw you old man what a horrible trick
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| You really make me sick because they caught me quick
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| Now they locked me in a cell and I’m here for life
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| A man named Bubba tryin‚ to make me his wife
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| But they thought I was finished the were sure I was done so I’m
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| Planning my escape soon I’ll be on the run
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| Gonna find your body when I finally get home
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| Rip the beating heart out just like Indiana Jones
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| Put it in a blender grind it up for a minute
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| Drink down quick it will really taste delicious
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| Oh wait, that was a bad idea
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| Then you‚ you’ll always be up in my kitchen like Ikea
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| I punked you and you punked me back
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| So lets let it go and just leave it at that
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| Because we’re just two wild and crazy guys
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| Playing pranks on each other and running our lives
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| Boom that’s the sound of the heart bringing doom
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| In the floor boards up in the room
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| All day every night every day like boom, boom, boom, boom boom |