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In 2016
There were clowns in the streets
Mad men on the loose
In a bid for Penn. Avenue
The people on their phones
Sad reacted to the videos
But meanwhile downtown
Sally clocked-in as a clown
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She worked birthday parties
Weddings on boats
She juggled her bowling pins
In her red nose
Venues and ballrooms
Where DJs played disco
She juggled her bowling pins
In her red nose
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One day a pack of teens
Mistook her for a creep
She was still in her work-wear
And feeling debonair
But the kids threw some rocks
Some spit balls and socks
As they ran right on past
She felt like an outcast
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She worked birthday parties
Weddings on boats
She juggled her bowling pins
In her red nose
Venues and ballrooms
Where DJs played disco
She juggled her bowling pins
In her red nose
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2. |
Bozoh
02:39
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The lake monster
Of Mendota died
Along with a generation
Living a lie
It was cold and wet
During an October sunset
When Bozoh jumped out
To scare some kids and yet
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They did not flinch
Not a single inch
They had too much to do
Their faces furrowed in business
The job description of
A monster is to scare
That’s why Bozoh quit
Cuz nobody cared
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So Bozoh swam
Away into the brightness
Towards the windmills
Like a moth to a porch light
He could still be alive
Upstream in some gorge
But down here
We don’t tell his story anymore
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The job description of
A monster is to scare
That’s why Bozoh quit
Cuz nobody cared
The job description of
A monster is to scare
That’s why Bozoh quit
Cuz nobody cared
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What do I fear the most?
A world on fire, oh no
If Bozoh returns
It’d be to help with that I know
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3. |
Night of the Living Dead
02:26
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Night of the Living Dead
Was on TV
On election night
We were watching the votes roll in
Blue was up
And we felt quite mollified
Cuz we had been out there our ubrellas
Inside out
Soaked to the bone
Ingratiatingly grinning
Through the sun and the rain
"Hey, is anyone home?"
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Did we win
Or was it all just sport?
I feel like a zombie
Knocking at your door
And next year
I'll be out for more and more
But I'll feel like a zombie
Knocking at your door
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We had some tequila shots
At the bar
With the Ghost of Paths Not Taken
And half of us buried our
Faces in our phones
To soon be awakened
By the film on the TV screen
A mob people
Who looked quite undead
We finished a round of water
Left a tip
Were we us or them?
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Did we win
Or was it all just sport?
I feel like a zombie
Knocking at your door
And next year
I'll be out for more and more
But I'll feel like a zombie
Knocking at your door
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4. |
The Formula
03:13
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There are four ingredients in my recipe
Each with a step please follow them precisely
You will fetch toad slime
A juggling ball from a mine
A vampire's communion cup
A warlock's charm of luck
That's the formula
That's the formula
Find a cauldron at your local witch's shop
Start a fire at 1000 degrees hot
Then you will build a
Velvet woven clock
With hands made out of rocks
Wait for three or so tick tocks
That's the formula
That's the formula
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Then drop two ingredients at a time
Into a substrate of your saliva and some wine
Then write a letter to a benevolent old ghost
With one wish at the most
And a lock of hair enclosed
That's the formula
That's the formula
Then drop your letter and say the magic words
"Abracadabra" or whatever you prefer
Your wish will be guaranteed
At dusk on halloween
To be granted and all done
No "if's or "and"s or "but"s
That's the formula
That's the formula
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5. |
Bobby
01:47
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Bobby heard them call him names
He wished they would just say them to his
Face his fears and face his shame
That's why he needed a hiding place
So he took the tunnels down into
The abyss underground it's true
The telephoto pics online
Didn't make him friends that's fine
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Cuz when he went down to the steam pipes
All he got was a shitty nickname
A little bit of solitude
Quite nice if it'd be without the fame
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Bobby heard them call him names
He wished they would just say them to his face
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6. |
Bobby Pt. 2
01:32
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Bobby
Stop fooling
Around
Bobby
Don't go
Don't go down
Bobby
Stop fooling
Around
Bobby
Don't go
Don't go down
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7. |
Creepy Creepy Crawly
01:27
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Creepy creepy crawly
Noises in the night
Are they my imagination
Filling me with fright?
Ghosty ghouly goblins
Crispy crunchy cats
Pitter-pattering on the roof
The race is on, you rats
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To find the noises
Noises in the night
Filling me with fright
Filling me with fright
To find the noises
Noises in the night
Filling me with fright
Filling me with fright
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8. |
Mound St.
03:05
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I used to live on Mound St.
No wonder where it got that name
When I took out my laundry
Was I walking on someone's grave
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I didn't hear any voices
Didn't see any bones
I was just passing through like a nameless train
But I can't help feeling like a ghost
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Was following me round
Maybe I overstayed
My welcome in Teejop
I don't really speak the language
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And there's that old song by Mr. Woody
About whose land is whose
I used to like it around campfires
But these days I don't have a clue
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I used to live on mound St.
I still wonder about its name
Our anticedents
Were they paying rent and playing the game?
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I didn't see any voices
Didn't hear any bones
I was just passing through like a nameless train
And I can't help feeling like a ghost
No I can't help feeling like a ghost
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9. |
Helen
01:46
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Wrote a paper on some memories
In the stacks of memory's library
Heard a noise just before last call
Stole a book felt quite proud and tall
But as I quickly retreated
To the night I was soon greeted
With the noise from 43N
The very same I heard it back again
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It was Helen telling
Helen telling
Helen telling me
To return the book
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And I saw a flash of purple
I was running round in circles
Backwards to return
What I'd stolen, O I did learn
That when I messed with the collections
I'd receive phantom corrections
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It was Helen telling
Helen telling
Helen telling me
To return the book
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If you want to steal please feel free
Just do it across the street
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