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Hide Your Children.
Hide your children,
I'm a monster.
Hide your children,
The doctor's an imposter.
It's only me,
In my bloody sweet disguise.
I'm taking your children, you don't even know!
Right before your eyes.
It's me under their beds,
And late at night when they're crying,
I'm swimming through their heads,
I tell them tales of dying.
You feed your children lies,
I tell them only truth,
You say the world is beautiful,
Of the bad, I give them proof.
I grow my gang of villians,
From mommies little children.
To terrorize domestic lives,
I kidnap by the millions.
The boy who sold you base-ball cards?
I give his mother best regards.
That girl who sold you cookie dough?
That's your son shes about to blow.
They all live underground,
In my dank little cave.
They all sing to me melodies,
Harmony of the grave.
I pierce their faces,
I dye their hair,
So even if you'd rescue them then,
Now you wouldn't dare.
I grow my cult every day,
Yes, everyday it grows.
They get paid in razorblades,
Every year I let the good ones go.
Because I need only my bad ones,
I need only my army,
I need the ones,
If given a choice,
That wouldn't go back to mommy.
And simply nobody testifies,
Against the doctor,
My spotless record,
Me, a little charmer.
They all go home beaten, tattooed.
Trust me, Miss,
I'd never hit a kid,
This was instead,
A mishap in the brood.
If you want a sucker,
You can have it.. right away.
You are what you eat,
And you made my day.
They're filled with sleepy medicine,
And mommy pays the bills.
I'll lay you in my big white van,
Parked beneath the hill.
'Maybe she just wandered off,
I didn't see her, dear'
When all in all she's going to be,
The strip clubs newest fear.
So mothers hide your children,
If that gives you a fighting chance,
But iI'l always be the biggest monster,
With a stethescope,
And mask...
I'm a monster.
Hide your children,
The doctor's an imposter.
It's only me,
In my bloody sweet disguise.
I'm taking your children, you don't even know!
Right before your eyes.
It's me under their beds,
And late at night when they're crying,
I'm swimming through their heads,
I tell them tales of dying.
You feed your children lies,
I tell them only truth,
You say the world is beautiful,
Of the bad, I give them proof.
I grow my gang of villians,
From mommies little children.
To terrorize domestic lives,
I kidnap by the millions.
The boy who sold you base-ball cards?
I give his mother best regards.
That girl who sold you cookie dough?
That's your son shes about to blow.
They all live underground,
In my dank little cave.
They all sing to me melodies,
Harmony of the grave.
I pierce their faces,
I dye their hair,
So even if you'd rescue them then,
Now you wouldn't dare.
I grow my cult every day,
Yes, everyday it grows.
They get paid in razorblades,
Every year I let the good ones go.
Because I need only my bad ones,
I need only my army,
I need the ones,
If given a choice,
That wouldn't go back to mommy.
And simply nobody testifies,
Against the doctor,
My spotless record,
Me, a little charmer.
They all go home beaten, tattooed.
Trust me, Miss,
I'd never hit a kid,
This was instead,
A mishap in the brood.
If you want a sucker,
You can have it.. right away.
You are what you eat,
And you made my day.
They're filled with sleepy medicine,
And mommy pays the bills.
I'll lay you in my big white van,
Parked beneath the hill.
'Maybe she just wandered off,
I didn't see her, dear'
When all in all she's going to be,
The strip clubs newest fear.
So mothers hide your children,
If that gives you a fighting chance,
But iI'l always be the biggest monster,
With a stethescope,
And mask...
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