Ballad of a Slowman ------------------------------------- There aint no use for the slow man. Hes a drunk, and he is cruel, but he hes a cold man. Hell paint your noose like an omen, hes got you thinking about your death and you are frightened. You cant refuse what the old man whispered to the preacher during the sermon. Hes a saint to the fools of the old land, but we can see straight through the tricks that he is turning. Hell speak, but you gotta believe, theres only trouble creepin through those teeth. There aint no use for the slow man. Hes just a killer dressed in other peoples clothing. Hell fake a youth-like approach, then coax you to the bottom of the basement. Hell speak, but you gotta believe, theres only trouble creepin through those teeth. Haunt, scream, but you just gotta see, theres only trouble creepin through those teeth.
Posted on: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 23:10:23 +0000
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