Haunted House

Sit back now, let me tell you a tale where justice does not prevail Or but a neil-fated life, so very full of strife Or two rots you're not to make your rights So when I was born I did surely scone my proud best Named in a lie, so down the train drove them insane

My birth must have cursed, I've been immersed Oh but I love the world, I deserve to be slowly surpassed Dry down the lane at us When I was two, I pulled through a glue into a ball's hair as he sat unaware in his armchair Most who kissed his may had to cut it all away, oh, but it felt great

But it's hard to be cut up for late The toss of button disarray, until the dis is built away I am not a bad man, even for way too bad days bear about this Such horrible fruits but just not alone it seems Not quite what I seem Ah hell, here's exactly what it seems

When I was four I'd wave by the door with a knife in my hand And a musty-beast lad, it would be quite grand if the mail broke the spot The sharp-aging gun, oh but I love the sunlight, as soon to be tied in a nut Broken bones and blood guts When I was six I just took trip of next

I made my son in the woods, we were run so far And I didn't see he has a cost, we would be forever lost But I love his car, I'm glad he's not in that way I'm not tough, he didn't even come in in us I'm never gonna miss the guns, I'm not a bad man