I can walk to the park. I can hop, I can skip. And it's fun. Yeah, it's fun. I can climb on the bars. And pretend it's a ship. I can slide. I can run.
This is what you get. This is what you get. This is what you get. . Everyones asking the same thing. But you only have one answer, by the way. They look at you, they look at you.
I just adore four. The number for me. You can't deplore four. It's less than five, more than three. You can have four doors. Or four dinosaurs. Four janitors.
Son of god, I'll slay you. It's time for reality. And for mankind to see. There's no truth in your words. The scars on your forehead. Are the proof of mass betrayal.
I feel you near. Not close enough. I see ahead. Not clear enough. Consider and answer me. Enlighten and preserve me. Why can't I see you. I want to be with you.
I was lying in my bed on a quiet night. Went down to the kitchen to get myself a bite. I reached for the light as I walked in the door. But I tripped and knocked a big old pot.
Dum dum dee dooo. Dooo dooo. I have a little plant. I always give her water. 'Cause you see. She really loves her water. And she says. (ding, ding) (sounds like a triangle).
I have a chair. Gets me from here to there. Takes me most anywhere. That any two feet could take me. . I have a chair. Helps me to get around. Gets me to where I'm bound.
I can't think of anything that's dumber. To a grouch, Christmas is a bummer!. . Beaming faces everywhere, happiness is in the air. I'm telling you, it isn't fair!.
(Hes gota to be colean. Hes gota to be colean, ah!). . I wash my hendas whenever I aeta. And ion the bat I wash my eirs,. Muy albos anda efet. . I gota to be colean!.
(background doggie singers in brackets). . What do I do when I'm out in the yard. And can't find where I buried my bone. How do I feel when my dog's life is hard.
Announcer's voice: Ladies and gentlemen and sardines, Miss Ethel Mermaid!. . I get no kick out of A. B, C and D are just letters to me. And E makes me endlessly blue.
Rosita: Every morning when I wake up. There's just one feeling I feel. I hear the birds and I see the sun. I can't believe it's for real. . I feel so happy.
Post mortal suffering. When you beg for your soul in hell. Burning in eternity. The result of a living lie. Words of a fallen savior. Are feeding my hate.
Spiritual obscenity. Creates my desire to kill. Victims lay down screaming. Ready to be butchered. . I open their eyes. For them to see. How I start eating.
Well, I'd like to visit the moon. On a rocket ship high in the air. Yes, I'd like to visit the moon. But I don't think I'd like to live there. Though I'd like to look down at the earth from above.
we are the ones that were and shall be again. laying idle in depression. while the elders sleep. misery sweeps itself across the skyline.
One by one. I'll slit their throats. For I am the commander. My knife penetrates. My hunger for death grows. Blinded by evil I slaughter. . Pain for the ones.
I cry in the morning. I cry at night. I cry-cry-cry when I get uptight. I cry for my bottle. I cry for my doll. I cry-eye-eye til they hear me call. Oh my.
Disastrous killings. Torturing slaves of mankind. Unknowing. Forsaken by christ. Victims torn apart. And brutally savaged. Pieces of blooddripping flesh.