I had a lot of friends Till I drove them round the bend and then they left me all alone And so I roam around the globe In search of new shiney buddies, To share with them my worries and my joys and my toys And my secret jars of poison! I searched up high... I searched down low... But...
No matter where I look No friends began to show and so I made a list of killers, And wrote them all letters asking lots of friendly questions...
With all the best intent they told me Don't ask you questions to the wall They keep their secrets locked inside If blood and bones are what you want I suggest that you look behind you
I keep each letter in a box under my bed It really rocks 'cos When I'm sad I just read all of them again I sent them drawings done in crayon, And plans for domination even cute little collages Of their exploits from the papers. And when they get out, we will be friends Bestest buddies un-til the end We'll go on picnics, with long pork sammies But I keep thinking 'bout...
What they told me Don't ask you questions to the wall They keep their secrets locked inside If blood and bones are what you want I suggest that you look behind you
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