Creeping in the dark
The Moon guides the way
We have a trick for you
If you're willing to play
Eyes on the lookout
As I approach the porch
This brown paper bag
Ready to scorch
My fist pounds the door
We flee into cover
Stomping and Swearing
Hot **** meets rubber
Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC
Creeping in the dark
The Moon guides the way
We have a trick for you
If you're willing to play
Eyes on the lookout
As I approach the porch
This brown paper bag
Ready to scorch
My fist pounds the door
We flee into cover
Stomping and Swearing
Hot **** meets rubber
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