a bunch of old hens There's a lot of birds waiting to go on For instance The boys in the back are called macaws Because of their claws? No, because
they bite? MUMMY Do they snap? WINGED DEMON Or explode in a Sack? CORPSE KID Or perhaps they just spring out And scare girls and boys MAYOR What a splendid
when I want love But I'm a snake if we disagree Just say a word and the boys will be right there With claws at your back to send a chill through the
mic through a stage floor And hear the crowd roar Pandemonium, killarm selling out in stores Alcololic beverages, white boys sweating from their pores
DEMON Do they bite? MUMMY Do they snap? WINGED DEMON Or explode in a sack? CORPSE KID Or perhaps they just spring out And scare girls and boys MAYOR
all the little boys along the route I'll get the mansion and the factory to boot I will not wait until the snow beneath me thaws I will escape Your Santa claws
like Vancouver Canucks In ya speaker, destroy your woofer, mids and tweeters Not Wolverine but still I hold claws like Shameeka Water Boys get slaughtered
The boys are standing in the road hitting rocks with sticks The men are building tiny shacks out of muddy bricks The women are covered head to toe and
You are who you fuck, or so I am told In this miserable city, where status is gold I've seen shit-eating people who claw their way up Looking for the
knees fractured Needing every peice of their teeth re-crafted So don't front 'cause I see past it You're harmless like wolverines adamantium claws Yhen
a prison cell, where we spent those nights. And they burnt up the diner where I always used to find her. Licking young boys blood from her claws. And
Take your bitch, why wouldn't I? The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides [Fabolous] Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys
wreak havoc on our village if we let him wander free [Gaston:] So it's time to take some action, boys It's time to follow me
what is evil, oh or where to go no prizes, no afterglow, nothing left for you but kicks or consumption Thought Japan was out of bounds but oh, the boys
like all men's dreams in the days of '49 [?] hallowed, we must swallow fast away she breaks but distance keeps her miles or meters what difference does it make claw
through the steam After claws and feathers He took skin and bone Shaped it like an hourglass And made the angels moan Oh here's a little heat boys To