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letra de all hallows' eve - curtis foster

s-s-s-s-slashers
welcome to the sideshow
your host today
curtis foster

i stepped onto the scene like i’m out of a b horror
caution tape all around me, got a orange, purple, green aura
i’m the sh-t everywhere that i go like i be porta
k!lled myself at the grave of marilyn monroe
just to meet norma, oh my god
got a date with destiny
toothpick to rip this flesh outta t–th
at the pumpkin patch with fresh apple cider
mixed with some hennessy
and i’m rockin’ a backpack packed with a buncha
menacing, compact death machinеs
in a black and red flannel with black jeans undеrneath
blood speckled seams
on the hunt for enemies
with blunt force tendencies
i tend to lumber heavily
but you’d be surprised at how limber my steps could be
five foot six, that’s short
but sometime i feel like i’m ten foot three
when everybody look at me like i’m a freak
begging please, won’t you
let the freaks come out to play, oh
if only once a year for the holiday
blood spilling, bursting at the seams
it’s a drug feeling, you know what i mean
it’s a thug, it’s a villain, a menace to society
da da da da
blood boils, calamity fever in the
mud, i toil, ooh i love the glisten of that
crimson oil, it’s a natural sedative
da da da da

disembodied voices tell me i don’t have no choices
if it’s hot and cold upon these shoulders
which one is the noisiest? who are you?
if yo’ sh-t is energy drainin’ then i put that in the toilet
once we joined in enjoyment but it’s voided by rigor mortis
passionate release when we’re dancing in the streets
baby, i’m manson in the sheets and a slasher on the beats
handsome b-b-but a beast, it’s a tragedy for thee
but i’m still not bad as ashton
i’d never stand up for a leech, burn
i got standards, but i’m real bad mannered
it’s easy to read what’s weighing on your chest
like name tag lanyards
if you got questions, i got answers
follow me to my cavern
what’s that all over your shirt?
oh, nothing, it’s donner party tobascer
let the freaks come out to play, oh
if only once a year for the holiday
blood spilling, bursting at the seams
it’s a drug feeling, you know what i mean
it’s a thug, it’s a villain, a menace to society
da da da da
blood boils, calamity fever in the
mud, i toil, ooh i love the glisten of that
crimson oil, it’s a natural sedative
da da da da

wait!
bas-m-nt doors covered in cobwebs
blood on the walls in the moonlight shining
all hallows’ eve, leave no survivors
“can we leave?” tell ’em no sir, no sir
ghastly ghouls ‘n guts ‘n goblins
humankind is the worst of the monsters
all hallows’, leave no collateral damage
“can we leave?” tell ’em no ma’am, no ma’am

- curtis foster

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