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The Fear On Short Avenue
A black Chrysler rolling down the street
looking like a haunted house,
someone's getting a lesson in pottery
I swear did I hear a howl?
Cause the lot has been damned for 108 pages
and it doesn't seem like much will change,
summer turns to autumn and autumn turns to winter
but the crows still circulate the same.
A black Chrysler rolling down the street
resembling just what he won't get,
what he'll get is a 45 in his neck and no worthy place to rest.
Cause this place has been damned on 7 fatal cases
but the witnesses chose to refrain,
Because evil knows no boundaries and fear seems to know this
that's why it stays the same.
looking like a haunted house,
someone's getting a lesson in pottery
I swear did I hear a howl?
Cause the lot has been damned for 108 pages
and it doesn't seem like much will change,
summer turns to autumn and autumn turns to winter
but the crows still circulate the same.
A black Chrysler rolling down the street
resembling just what he won't get,
what he'll get is a 45 in his neck and no worthy place to rest.
Cause this place has been damned on 7 fatal cases
but the witnesses chose to refrain,
Because evil knows no boundaries and fear seems to know this
that's why it stays the same.
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