Dinosaurs with Knives
Fake plastic horror
Is stitched together
With frayed cords of plot
Under a blackened moon
That shines until noon
And a man who's actually not
But he scares us to death
He scares us to death
And I'll run away.
He drives like a crazy man
An irrational metal fan
Howling and screaming at us
Can we run any faster?
Cause we know what he's after
And I'd like not to expose my guts
He has a knife
He's got a knife
He's got a knife
And I'll run, away.
It's all through the looking glass
The terror is bound to pass
When the music quiets down
But sometimes it never goes away
And it plays for day after day
Till we're stuck and the sun's gone down
He'll kill us all
I'll run away
He'll kill us all
And what's the point
Anyway?
Sunday, September 19, 2004
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