Music Box(Album Version (Explicit))

歌詞

Yo Yeah girl Can you hear that It's playing our song Are you sleepy Take a nap You're not afraid, of the dark, are ya You hear the beat As it makes ya Not want to go to sleep I knock on Dakota's door It's locked so I go to creep 'Round the back with binoculars Not 'cause I want to peep But because I'm hungry She smells like taco's I want to eat Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows Also sweet With sugar plums Oh look, here comes Marshall he's on your street He's placing hot smoldering charcoals beneath your feet Now walk on 'em He's dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek Like a Thanksgiving turkey A holiday ham See 'em sprinkled on toast With strawberry marmalade jam Flavor my favorite graham crackers With Jon Benet Rams I guess a modern day jack the ripper Is all that I am My music box When the lights are off I see the girl's asleep But I'm waiting my love Keep calling me We're worlds apart But you mean the world to me I almost look comatose Who wants to be sober? gross I foam like a doberman Mouth open I overdose Put coke up my nostrils In both my holes then i plug my nose My pupils quadruple in size My eyes are so bugged I know I put on my mother's make up Get naked and run around Waving the gun around I think I'm down to a hundred pounds There's thunder, I wonder How come it rains but the sun is out? The Devil's upset with his wife They must be sluggin' it out I must be buggin' the fuck out What the fuck I'm 'bout? Voices are leading me up to the attic I love my house They pull and they tug my blouse The sound of a music box Comes from inside a toy chest But what do I do it's locked? I pick it and open it But it's stuffed full of human parts I dig 'till I find it, I wind it up And the tune it starts It's playing a song So beautiful and the room is dark The moon is full I smell a funeral guess I'll loom in the park My music box When the lights are off I see the girl's asleep But I'm waiting my love Keep calling me We're worlds apart But you mean the world to me I'm fixated On asphyxiating And breakin' this little chick's neck Like a pixie stick The sick, satan worshippin' Bitches get horse whippin' I'm in the back Through the back Door slippin' Through the crack Leavin' the corpse drippin' The mortician of love Sent from above Forced and treat 'em all When she no more stingy I've become Been doing this for more than a quarter century I'm just numb Am I dreamin'? is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns The time has come To tie her up Dada roll me the ladder I've had enough of the chatter Climb up to the window look at her The crime is slow to shatter Her brain matter and batter her With a bat a matter of fact That will splatter her But before i do that I'll have a chat to flatter her Give her two compliments back to back Like Tabitha I'm your secret admirer I'm back to ravish ya So strong is your fight But you're no match for Dracula Prolonging her plight As I go back to stabbin' her Dismember her limbs Simple as that cadaver her Zoom in with the lens Then pan back the camera Stand back 'cause here comes your man Jack So Pamela My music box