Tales From the Crypt
man invents the bullet
visits the medium
voices from beyond
spell the message
of a game to play
hole in the ceiling
and a message to send along everyday
something to say
to everyone who purchaese what he sold fate
a hole in the heavens today
stop the slaughter
oh bother
oh brother
what i have to say
the mailman will come your way
ring aling
sing a ling
you will know me inside out
the game i play
Man invests in addictive ways
taking me down another way
visits the voodoo witch yesterday
the devil sold me a game for you to play
never thought youd forget my name
but i guess since this way it goes
it goes
don't you dare
to think twice
pay the tithe
pay the tithe
look whose naughty nice nightmare
im not scared
im not scared
just a gamer of different flavours
hole in the ceiling beggering my neighbor
message to send along the way dingaling
singa ling what you goptta bring
mailman coming my way
guess i'll know sooner than spring
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