When night comes I see him He walks around our muppet wing He has a fistful of puppet strings But he never says a thing
In the madhouse
She’s always talking jibberish And that makes me so feverish Skull is full of murder Convulsions and savage fervor
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I heard her again, she was raving And we trembled in our beds With fireworks in our heads
When night comes I see him He walks around our loony bin He has a fistful of puppet strings That we crave more than anythingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.