| The shutters close when he’s around
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| The children shut their eyes in fear of what they must surmise
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| When all the gentlemen hang their heads down, down, down
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| Yeah Mr. Usher’s on his way to town
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| He keeps his sights set straight and true
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| His idle hands wont flit or flutter
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| Never does he slip or stutter
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| Still his mind is menacing away
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| Yeah Mr. Usher’s on the prowl today
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| He needn’t dirty up his hands
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| He’ll twist your heart until you’re manic
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| Lost in endless streams of panic
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| Pray you’re not the one he finds
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| If Mr. Usher’s got you on his mind
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| Any time a plan will get a bit off track
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| He’s the only one who can bring it back
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| The main manipulator yeah the wolf who leads the pack
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| You better lock your doors and shut your windows tight
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| Pull the shades down and turn off the lights
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| Always be the hand that meets the teeth that bite
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| Because if he has no use for you
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| He’ll take you to the river
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| Take you to the river
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| He’ll have you hanging by a string
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| Or noose if he prefers you perish
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| All your dreams become nightmarish
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| If you block his path or plan
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| Yeah Mr. Usher always gets his man
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| Yeah Mr. Usher always gets his man
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| Yeah Mr. Usher always gets his man |