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Offer Turn In Your Grave

grave And that pretty, pretty girl, with her nice, sweet lips With your eyes on her chest, and your hands on her hips This itch, this burn, this pain, this draining feeling Turns

, stop your sweatin' Like Otis Reading, got your pants wettin' Snuck up on you at your wedding At your honeymoon, turn that shit Into doom, turn your

will not play a part in this infantile farce--your offer I decline, Building walls of pretension to conceal your intentions was just a waste of time. Though in your

hears Keeper of earth Have you already heard That your sadness is part of your days Old King of the hill Is there somebody still in your dark cave Cold grave

' nutrition (seems barbaric) I may have just saved your children There's an inborn tendancy tellin' me to grip that sickle for the pirate tyrant breeds feed on your

is my broken offering. The snaking headlamps on the black epitaph reads "Once you're gone, you don't ever come back". The pouring rain is filling in the graves

watch your blood slowly sizzle As your flesh dissolves some more Screams of anguish, blood still flowing Pollutes the ground a rotten red Your time has come, you must meet your

A Farmer has ensnared Ugly in his net and threatens to turn the duck into his family?s Sunday roast. When the Farmer briefly retreats the Cat appears and offers

are caught [Part III: The Carnival] Late that night the boys returned Watched the carousel spin 'round Turning old man into young Bringing darkness to town Carousel turns and turns