There's a little child
Runnin' 'round this house
And he never leaves
He will never leave
And the fog comes up
From the sewers and
Glows in the dark
Baby alligators in the sewers
Grow up fast
Grow up fast
Anything you want it can be done now
How did you bad?
Did you go bad?
Did you go bad?
Some things will never wash away
Did you go bad?
Did you go bad?

I know what you're thinking
But I'm not your property
No matter what you say
No matter what you say

Move along, there's nothing left to see
Just a body, nothing left to see

A couple more for breakfast
A little more for tea
Just to take the edge off
Just to take the edge off

Move along, there's nothing left to see
Just a body, pouring down the street

Move along, there's nothing left to see

Mother mary come to me
For I'm a wicked child
I have sinned and I am so confused and I'm a wicked child
I'm a wicked child

I am the devil's son and I wish I could be good
I walk a crooked mile
but I wish I could be good
I wish I could be good

If I could have kept on the straight and narrow
If I could have kept on the straight and narrow
And not have broke your heart
Not have broke your heart

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Blow into this paper bag
Go home and stop grinning at everyone
Blow into this paper bag
Go home and stop grinning at everyone

It was nice when it lasted but now it's gone
It was nice when it lasted but now it's gone

Blow into this paper bag

Take your armor off, you're not under attack
Take your armor off, you're not under attack

Come on, come on

Blow into this paper bag

The mongrel cat came home
Holding half a head
Proceeded to show it off
To all his new found friends
He said I been where I liked
I slept with who I like
She ate me up for breakfast
She screwed me in a vice
But now
I don't know why
I feel so tongue-tied
I sat in the cupboard
And wrote it down real neat
They were cheering and waving
Cheering and waving

I'm walking out in a force ten gale
Birds thrown around, bullets for hail
The roof is pulling off by its fingernails
Your voice is rattlin' on my window sill
Yesterday's headlines blown by the wind
Yesterday's people end up scatterbrain
Any fool can easy pick a hole I only wish I could fall in
A moving target in a firing range
Somewhere I'm not
Scatterbrain
Somewhere I'm not
Scatterbrain

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