Wake up, this is not a dream... Mr. President wake up, this is not a dream... Mr. President wake up...
Dr. Woofenstein dreams of incredible things in the window Hatching shadowy schemes, overthrowing us beings, as he can do
Down in his hole he waits And plans with patience Nobody knows what he sees Or devises in silence It's not a ploy he enjoys To retreat to the shadows His satellites have gone blind But his demons breathe
Dr. Woofenstein dreams of incredible things in the window Hatching shadowy schemes, overthrowing us beings, as he can do
His promises are empty But full is his mind And as the end burneth nigh Back home he made plenty Warmed by the fires of his hate And the ice in his veins And when the earth stops to breathe Will he rest in peace?
Dr. Woofenstein dreams of incredible things in the window Hatching shadowy schemes, overthrowing us beings, as he can do
And will nobody take him for real? Pull the curtains away to reveal?
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Dr. Woofenstein dreams of incredible things in the window Hatching shadowy schemes, overthrowing us beings, as he can do
Hatching shadowy schemes, overthrowing us beings, as he can do Dr. Woofenstein dreams of incredible things in the window
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