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(What a wonderful world...What a wonderful world...)
A loose door-jamb, light left on, the oldest national lottery
Enter Johnny-go-darkly, come to spoil my party
Smell of feces lingers, echo of light fingers
Cold comfort blankets, steeped in creeping anger
Flatfoot comes poking, compounding my misery
Grinding pestle and mortar, adding insult to injury
If only this, if only that, if only in my guts
See my life before my eyes, Trampled Underfoot
Creepy crawling, creepy crawling, creepy crawling, creepy crawling
All the creeps go creepy crawling, same thing every night
How can stealing candy from a baby seem alright?
(What a wonderful world...What a wonderful world...)
Corvino, carrion crow, skulking with his mobile
Slippery peat-bog eyes, stick-on smiley smile
Small print like quicksand, not a wooden leg to stand on
Sinking through my stomach, the ground beneath me gone
Free-fall, call Ophelia, clutching at straw
Mixed with blood feathers from scruff of neck of crow
Johnny go! Johnny gone! Too much drink in your tum-tum-tum
See this finger, see this thumb, see this fist and watch it come
Creepy crawling, creepy crawling, creepy crawling, creepy crawling
All the creeps go creepy crawling, same thing every night
How can stealing candy from a baby seem alright?
All the creeps go creepy crawling, same thing every night
How can stealing candy from a baby seem alright?
Creepy crawling, creepy crawling, creepy crawling
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You worry about your own position as a manager now to be accustomed, Bill. Youve ever been told to fk-off. What? What in the fk have you done and called to question you would fk-off? So fk-off. Were booking--were booking an as* behind you as well. What are these big s**t must you come around? Unless you have lots of unusual s**t of life.