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Jun 2014
Billowing winds brings a wayward can to my foot in the soot to The Throat Slit Man
Now and then when I see your face there's a hole in the door feel the cold of space
Hiding in the hose of a rootless tree The Throat Slit Man's always looking for me
Long ago in a time and place when the moon and the stars never showed their face
There's a romp in the swamp with The Throat Slit Man plug your ears with spears it's part of his plan
Run away home when the sun goes down eat the moon with a spoon build a mob in your town
For 39 years lived The Throat Slit Man under fog in the bog in The Darkwood Land
But he left his home to haunt my dreams I know in my soul he's coming for me
You can scream you can run you can make a stand you can try but you'll die in The Darkwood Land
Verse 2: I haven't been home since '95, tell me friend are you still alive?
'Cause there's a man at my door with cold dead eyes and a two-by-four.
I don't think he's here to play because there's blood on his boots and he's come a long way.
I guess I've met this man before because he's said the same thing since I opened that door just,

You betrayed me nooow
You betrayed me nooow
You betrayed me nooow
You betrayed me NOW YOU MUST DIE!!!

(Starts over verse 1)
Brett Bender
Written by
Brett Bender  Cleveland, Ohio
(Cleveland, Ohio)   
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