| Room 17 was nice and cool, oh yeah
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| A few stains on the wall
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| But that was nothing new to Harry’s head
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| Even though he was strapped down to his bed, strapped down
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| Harry felt pretty good…
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| Knock, knock… knock, knock, is anybody there
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| Room 17 was nice and cool, oh yeah
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| But it didn’t have the string
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| That would ring the nurse, it wasn’t there
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| Poor harry, he had it coming, poor harry
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| Now he didn’t feel so good…
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| Here comes doctor Eastmann and nursie Needle dear
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| Look at what they got you… the crawly box
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| «Don't be such a baby, harry stop that now
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| The doctor’s here to help you… it’s Eastmann time»
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| In room 17, everything is so clean
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| In room 17, there is nothing to be seen
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| «Black, brown, grey and hairy… we’ve got them all
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| Big, small, fast and scary… yeah we’ve got them all
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| I can hear it, the spider’s lullabye
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| I can feel it, the spiders crawl on by»
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| In room 17, everything is so clean
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| In room 17, there is nothing to be seen
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| «Nurse needle it is time to begin…
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| Nurse needle, stick it in
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| A brown lycosa’s what I’ve got inside this box
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| I’m gonna let him out to see just how you feel, when he’s around
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| If you move too much he might just bite you
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| But we’ll just have to wait and see about that???»
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| Deep into the night, they were testing him
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| So many different species, harry could not win
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| They forgot a grey one, she was full of eggs
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| And she would find the warm spot, back in Harry’s neck
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| It’s so moist and warm in here
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| Knock, knock… knock, knock, is anybody there
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| «You forgot some spiders in my room, yesterday
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| Now I’ve got this stunning pain
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| And my neck is feeling weird, oh I might die
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| Overnight some of your spiders must have bit me
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| They were all over me»
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| «Oh harry, don’t be such a fool»
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| That same night harry died
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| When they found him he was grey and white
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| Black, brown, grey and hairy… we’ve got them all
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| Big, small, fast and scary… yeah we’ve got them all
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| I can hear it, the spider’s lullabye
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| I can feel it, the spiders crawl on by
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| In room 17, everything it so clean
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| In room 17, there is nothing to be seen
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| In room 17, everything is so clean
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| In room 17, there is nothing to be seen
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| Take him to the morgue, take him to the morgue |