| Deep down, down below the waves
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| Is a foreboding place
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| From which you won’t escape
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| No, those who go there, go to stay
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| Below the ocean spray
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| Who knows your fate?
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| A little lassie in an overcoat, stowed away
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| Six is at a precocious age or so they say
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| Don’t they? |
| If she was any younger
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| Six would have succumbed to hunger by now
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| Is it any wonder? |
| I wonder
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| Why we’re frightened of lightning and thunder
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| Sneaking around, feet on the ground
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| Never even making a peep or a sound
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| Dive into the madness
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| Try swimming through miasmic blackness
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| Dive into the madness
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| Seasick from the spinning of the atlas
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| Ooh, I say
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| You gave me a fright there
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| I thought I was having a little nightmare
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| Ooh, I say
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| You gave me a fright there
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| So scared that I might get white hair
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| Strange shadows are disguised in the bright glare
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| Where did she hide? |
| She was right there, I swear!
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| I glare with a wide-eyed stare
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| At the site where I spied her, my girl
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| I hope you’re strapped up tight in your high-chair
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| I’m not adequately providing childcare
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| How well you might fare, if only I would fight fair
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| In my spare time, I like to strike fear!
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| Into the hearts of the horrid little children
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| Let’s be honest then, I’m probably going to kill them
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| Chop them, chuck them, lob them off a building
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| Do you really need the details filled in?
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| Entrails spilled and boiled into goop
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| Seasoned with herbs and then served as a soup
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| Feeding the mouths of the greediest guests
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| Look and see for yourself, it’s easy-queasy to digest
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| Ooh, I say
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| You gave me a fright there
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| What a sickening sight that’s quite rare
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| Ooh, I say
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| You gave me a fright there
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| I thought I was having a little nightmare
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| Dive into the madness
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| Vanishing the line dividing good and badness
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| You can only hide under your mattress
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| 'Til you need to resupply your lighters and matches
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| You can be sure that in the jaws of the Maw
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| You’re going to come out looking like you’ve fought in the war
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| Mauled with the paw of the polar bear
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| Halt, hold it there, all fall to the floor!
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| You’re insulting the law and the ball’s in my court
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| Don’t run! |
| There’s little point bolting the door
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| When I’m holding a saw and patrolling for gore!
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| My depravity gland’s all swollen and sore
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| You find that revolting, I’m sure
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| I don’t care! |
| I’ll shove you through a revolving door
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| I wrote the rules down here and all I am concerned with is fear
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| Dive into the madness
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| Dive into the madness now
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| Dive into the madness
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| Dive into the madness now
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| Dive into the madness
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| Dive into the madness now
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| Dive into the madness |