The Chiller

Mmm! There's a man that has no face You may find him in many plays He lives in a dungeon right near you With spiders, bats and lizards too Chiller, chiller, he's the chiller Oh, you go up this skid, oh fast skid, I've lost my little cascading This tastes in food or a burnt glass,

He'll look out more, and rings under glass, And for a tree that's really new, You kick the dude juice and we're all super chill We're gonna keep the cheer Mmhmm one disc and a task Yet there's problems in my tasks I'm on the road A now-franky baby and dricky poo We're walking down the avenue

And who did they? Chants to me Swinging on our chestnut street Cheers! Cheer Heave the Cheer! Heheheheheh, but this year, our fast get Did you find my cast get? Hahahaha!

Ray Harts, been a week once too Here's some advice to her, has for you A friendly word for every man It's leading well, well, well If you can You're a killer, killer Oh, God, I'm not scared, I'm not scared Those bodies are my cast in Sure He's the child Oh, what?