[Intro]
Yo, yeah girl,
Can you hear that? It's playing our song..
Are you sleepy? Take a nap..
You're not afraid of the dark? Are you.?

[Verse One]
You hear the beat as it makes ya not wanna go to
sleep
I knock on Dakota's door, its locked so I go to creep
round the back, with binoculars, not cause I wanna
peep
But because I'm hungry she smells like tacos
I wanna eat
Visions of hot chocolatey marshmallows
all so sweet
With sugar plums, oh look here comes Marshall he's on your street
He's placing hot smoldering charcoals
beneath your feet
Now walk on 'em, he's dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek

Like a Thanksgiving turkey, or holiday ham
Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam
Flavor my favorite graham crackers with John Bennet
Rams
I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all that I am

[Chorus]
(My music box)
Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep
(My music box)
But I can hear you my love, you keep calling me (My
music box)
And when we're Worlds apart, you mean the World to me
(My music box)
If you call, I'll come, I will answer (My music box)
Cos when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep
(My music box)
I hear my music box, playing a song for me (My music
box)
So when she twirls around do a whirl for me (My music
box)
Won't you be my private little dancer (My music box)

[Verse Two]
I almost look comatose, who wants to be sober gross
I foam like a Doberman, mouth open I overdose
Put coke up my nostrils, in both my holes and I plug
my nose
My pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged I
know
I put on my mother's make up, get naked and run
around
Wavin' the gun around, I think I'm down to a hundred
pounds
There's thunder, I wonder how come it rains but the
sun is out
The devils upset with his wife, they must be sluggin'
it out
I must be buggin' the fuck out, but what the fuck
about'
Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my
house
They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music
box
Comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do, it's locked

I pick it and open it but it's stuffed full of human parts
I dig till I find it, I wind it up and the tune just starts
Its playing a song, so beautiful and the room is dark
The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess
I'll loom in the park

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
I'm fixated on asphyxiating and breakin? this little
chick's
Neck like a pixie stick
The sick Satan worshippin', bitches get
horse-whippins,
I'm in the back, through the back door, slip in
Through the crack leavin' the corpse drippin'
The mortician of love, sent from above,
forced and treat em all (?)
(?) stingy I've become
Been doin' this for more than a quarter century, I'm
just numb
Am I dreamin', is it real? Someone pinch me on the
buns
The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the
ladder
I'd had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window,
look at her
then climb in and slowly shatter her brain matter and
batter her
with the bat, a matter of fact that will splatter her
But before I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter her
Give her two compliments, back-to-back, like Tabatha
I'm your secret admirer, I'm back to ravish ya
So strong is your fight, but your no match for
Dracula
Prolonging her plight, as I go back to stabbin' her
Dismember her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her
Zoom in with the lens, then pan back, the camera
Stand back, cuz here comes your man Jack, so Pamela

[Chorus]

By: Narcotic