You can hang me in a bottle like a cat
Let the crows pick me clean but for my hat
Meets the footsteps of the dead
We're all mad here
Where the wailing of a baby Mrs. Carroll has run off with Reverend Judd
As the Devil sticks his flag into the mud
Hell is such a lonely place
And your big expensive face And in time the heartWill never last
And you'll die with the rose still on your lips
That was your hips
And all the worms they will climb
The rugged ladder of your spine
We're all mad here
And my eyeballs roll this terrible terrain
And your eyes will die like fish
And we're all inside a decomposing train And the shore of your face will turn to bone.
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