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A little tin man
Like a stick-figure tractor-bug
Has a fetish,
has a plan
Find senior citizens and pull the plug
Tryina be sneaky but the iron bolts and cogs make so much goddamn noise
But it seems the grandpa on the bench is holding his oblivious poise
Goddammit, Mousy
You beat me to the chase again
That mangy Mousy
Gave him a Chelsea Grin
Will I ever be
Fast enough
Will he ever see
Or do I have to bluff
Arteries bleeding all over his face
Will I ever be
Fast enough
Will he ever see
Or do I gotta just bluff
Around the corner spotting Mousy, gets a chill right down his tin
He caught the scent of yet another victim feels it in his skin
Long-leggin
Screws turning
They runnin
Can't let ol Mousy get there first again
Slime sweating
Grease pumping
There ain't nothing Tractorman wouldn't do to be a Mousy too
Here comes the tractor man
Noisy as hell
That old cadavre really presses his buttons, sugar
Mousy cut him up well
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Mousy the Murderer
03:04
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Clouds Over Wyoming
04:20
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I ain't got no clue
Neither do they, neither do you
Paper-thin and feather-light
Broken birds don't fly
She said neither can I
Tiresome, like an iron thumb
Septic dreams and poisoned minds
No thanks, I'm really not fine
A light, a miss, one night, your kiss
To hide away the noise
Your eyes, my bliss, arise with this
Like I'm not just your clueless boy
I feel it hiding in me
Writhing underneath the waves
Still you understand me
Crushed underneath your gaze
The tightening of my grip
The shortening of his breath
The frightening need
With you is freed
I feel it hiding in me
Writhing underneath the waves
Still you understand me
Crushed underneath your gaze
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