[Intro]YeahYeah girlCan you hear that?It's playing our songAre you sleepy?Take a napYou're not afraid of the dark are ya?
[Verse 1]You hear the beat As it makes ya Not want to go to sleepI knock on Dakota's door It's locked so I go to creep'round the back with binoculars Not 'cause I want to peepBut because I'm hungry She smells like taco's I want to eatVisions of hot choclatey marshmallows Also sweetWith sugar plums Oh look, here comes Marshall he's on your streetHe's placing hot smoldering charcoals beneath your feetNow walk on 'em He's dancing with carcasses cheek to cheekLike a Thanksgiving turkey A holiday hamCinnamon sprinkled on toast With strawberry marmalade jamFlavor my favorite graham crackers With Jon Benet RamsI guess a modern day jack the ripper Is all that I amMy music box
[Chorus:]Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleepBut i can hear u my love, you keep calling meI want the world to know, you mean the world to meSo when you call me to come, I will answerCause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleepI hear my music box, playing a song for meSo wont you whirl around, and do a whirl for meAnd want you be my private dancer
[Verse 2]I almost look comatose, Who wants to be sobered grossI foam like a doberman, mouth open I overdosePut coke up my nostrils, in both my holes and I plug my noseMy pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged I knowI put on my mother's make up, get naked and run aroundWavin' the gun around, I think I'm down to a hundred poundsThere's thunder, I wonder how come it rains but the sun is outThe devils upset with his wife, they must be sluggin' it outI must be buggin' the fuck out, but what the fuck about?Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my houseThey pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music boxComes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do, it's lockedI pick it and open it but it's stuffed full of human partsI dig til I find it, I wind it up and the tune just startsIt's playing a song, so beautiful and the room is darkThe moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I'll loom in the park
[Verse 3]I'm fixated on asphyxating and breakin' this little chick'sNeck like a pixie stickThe sick Satan worshippin', bitches get horse-whippins,I'm in the back, through the back door, slip inThrough the crack leavin' the corpse drippin'The mortition of love, sent from above,Forced entry, the more wenchy, the more stingy I becomeBeen doin' this for more than a quarter century, I'm just numbAm I dreamin', is it real? Someone pinch me on the bunsThe time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladderI'd had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at herAnd climb in and slowly shatter her brain matter and batter herwith the bat, a matter of fact that will splatter herBut before I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter herGive her two compliments, back-to-back, like Tabatha!I'm your secret admirer, I'm back to ravish yaSo strong is your fight, but you're no match for DraculaProlonging her plight, as I go back to stabbin' herDismember her limbs, simple as that, cadaver herZoom in with the lens, then pan back, the cameraStand back, cuz here comes your man Jack, so Pamela