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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
The Living Tombstone
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
The Living Tombstone
Songwriter:in
歌詞
[Verse 1]
No more mama
No more mama-ma-ma
I can't sleep, leap out of bed
Creep down the hall, sneak down the steps
Into the creepy creaky basement
And discreetly peak at my gifts
Open up, what could it be?
That motor-mouth, those rosy cheeks
A baby talking Tattletail
Who babble's without fail
[Verse 2]
Don't tattle on me
Don't tattle on me
'Cause Mama's sleeping
And Mama's Scary
No don't you speak
Or I might scream
'Cause if she finds you
Who knows what she'll do
[Verse 3]
Hide and seek under the tree
Red glowing eyes are all I see
Maternal stalker by the stockings
Matricidal children plotting
Charge you, brush you, feed you treats
Hey, who's the toy here, you or me?
Infernal presence in the presents
Unsettled machine
[Verse 4]
But don't tattle on me
Don't tattle on me
'Cause Mama's listening
And Mama's Scary
No don't you speak
Or I might scream
'Cause if she finds you
Who knows what she'll do
[Verse 5]
Wound up like a VHS
Shook up and I'm in distress
Locked up in a cardboard box
Broke up like a shattered pot
Wake up from a bad, bad dream
Strung up like a christmas tree
Messed up so she got recalled
Shut up
[Verse 6]
And don't tattle on me
Don't tattle on me
'Cause Mama's watching
And Mama's Scary
Don't make a peep
Or I might scream
'Cause if she finds you
You know what she'll do
So don't tattle on me, ha-ha
Written by: The Living Tombstone