aint it cold? why do cats have paws? oh yeah I sleep in magic oh yeah yeah yo you keeping me up late, man? you badass can you hear that? it's playing our song are you sleeping? take a nap you're not the prey of the dark, are you? you hear the beat as it makes you not wanna go to sleep I knock on Dakota's door, it's locked so I go to creep round the back with binoculars, not cause I wanna pee but because I'm hungry, she smells like tacos I wanna eat visions of hot chocolatey marshmallows, also sweet with sugar plums oh look, here comes Marshall, he's on your street he's placing hot, smoldering charcoals beneath your feet now walk on him, he's dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek like a Thanksgiving turkey, a holiday hen cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam flavor my favorite graham crackers with jamboné rams I guess a modern-day Jack the Ripper is all that I am cause when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep but I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me although the world's apart, you mean the world to me so look on my count, I put your hands up cause when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep I have a music box, playing a song for me so swirl around, and do a whirl for me and put your feet in my front, with those hands up I almost look comatose, who wants to be sobered rose? I foam like a doberman, mouth open, I overdose put coke up my nostrils, and vote my hoes, and I plug my nose my pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged, I know I put on my mother's makeup, get naked and run around waving a gun around, I think I'm down to a hundred pounds there's thunder, I wonder how come it rains when the sun is out the devil's upset with his wife, they must be slugging it out I must be bugging the fuck out, but what the fuck about? voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house they pull and they tuck my blouse, the sound of a music box comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do, it's locked I pick it and open it, but it's stuffed full of human parts I dig till I find it, I wind it up, and the tune just starts it's playing a song, so beautiful, and the room is dark the moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I'll loom in the bar my music box, when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep but how can you hear my love, you keep calling me I'm on the world's apart, you mean the world to me so put your feet in my front, with those hands up my music box, when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep but how can you hear my love, you keep calling me so put your feet in my front, with those hands up I'm fixated on asphyxiating and breaking this little chick's neck like a pixie stick the sick satan worshipping bitches get horse whippings I'm in the back, through the back door, slipping through the crack leaving the corpse, dripping the mortician of love sent from above, forced and treated more when cheated more stingy I become, been doing this for more than a quarter century I'm just numbing my dreaming, is it real, someone pinch me on the buns the time has come to tie her up, let her roll me the ladder I've had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her then climb and slow to shatter her brain, madder and better her with a bet, a matter of fact, that will splatter her but before I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter her give her two compliments, back to back, like Tabitha I'm your secret admirer, I'm back to ravish her so strong is your fight, but you're no match for Dracula prolonging her plight, as I go back to stabbing her dismember her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her zoom in with the lens, then pan back, the camera stand back cause here comes your man Jack, so pan my love cause when the lights are on, I see the girl asleep but I can hear my love, you keep calling me I'm the world to far, you mean the world to me so please don't let go, I've been at the top cause when the lights are on, I see the girl asleep my music box, playing a song for me so turn the world around, and do a world for me to be my pride, with those guns up my music box