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Little Willie, mean as hell,
Pushed his sister in a well.
Mother said, while drawing water,
"My, it's hard to raise a daughter."


The Slithery Dee, he came from the sea,
He ate all the others but didn't eat me.


Don't ever laugh as a hearse goes by
For you may be the next to die.
They wrap you up in a big white sheet
From your head down to your feet.
They put you in a big black box
And cover you up with dirt and rocks.
All goes well for about a week
Then your coffin starts to leak.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle in your snout.
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
They eat the jelly between your toes.
A big green worm with rolling eyes
Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes
Your stomach turns a slimy green
And pus pours out like whipping cream.
You spread it on a slice of bread,
And that's what you eat when you are dead.


Here's the little piggy,
See his snout,
Slit him open,
And guts fall out.



Out on the windswept desert
Where nature knows no man
A buffalo spied his brother
A-lyin' in the sand
Said the buffalo to his brother
"What makes you lie that way?"
But the buffalo did not answer.
He's been dead since way last May.


A is for Amy who fell down the stairs.
B is for Basil assaulted by bears.
C is for Clara who wasted away.
D is for Desmond thrown out of a sleigh.
E is for Ernest who choked on a peach.
F is for Fanny sucked dry by a leech.


I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake.

Thomas Hobbes


Can't even shout.
Can't even cry.
The Gentlemen are coming by.
Looking in windows,
knocking on doors...
They need to take seven
and they might take yours...
Can't call to mom.
Can't say a word.
You're gonna die screaming
but you won't be heard.


Rock-a-bye Christy
on Witch's Hill
When the wind blows
the patients will kill
When the nurse comes
i'll pretend I'm asleep
then stab her with needles
so she wont make a peep


One by one we bite the dust,
kick the bucket, begin to rust
Give up the ghost when your number's up
We all fall down
Ashes to ashes
Bones to paste
we'll wither away in our resting place
eternity in a wooden case
we all fall down.


Lizzie Borden took an axe
And gave her mother forty whacks.
When she saw what she had done
She gave her father forty-one..