Requiem for a Bug-A-Boo

You don't like shrunken heads
You don't like pickled brains
You don't like worms that feed on flesh
Or vampires in the rain

I live my life in darkness hidden from ultraviolet rays
The day that you were born the vulture gods called out your name
You don't look cheap or evil
But I think that I could love you anyway

You don't like nests of spiders
You don't like crawling hands
You don't like disembodied eyes
Or eatin' from garbage cans

I shroud myself in shadows spun from darkness and decay
The day that you were born the vulture gods called out your name
You don't look cheap or evil
But I think that I could love you anyway

Your skin is smooth and supple
Your eyes are clear and pure
You don't sleep in a pine-box
Lined with layers of bat manure

My eyes are cruel and bloodshot
And my heart is cold and gray
The day you came and took my hand my buzzards flew away
You don't look cheap or evil
But I think that I could love you anyway

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