Toys That Kill
Toys That Kill
Toys That Kill
Toys That Kill
Toys That Kill
Toys That Kill
Toys That Kill
Toys That Kill
Toys That Kill
Toys That Kill
Toys That Kill
Toys That Kill
Toys That Kill
Toys That Kill
Toys That Kill
Now down in my dreams
They came in threes
To bottle the cure
And invent the disease
And I cannot do a thing
Because the dog hates me
He's barkin'
And bitin'
I'm foaming!
They came to drill out the fillings
In my holed-out teeth
And rob the blood banks
With a smile and a "please"
And I still cannot do a thing
Because the dog hates me
He's barkin'
And bitin'
I'm foaming!