Corpseface

Corpseface, Corpseface! Don't let him in!
Face made of meat, with a crooked-tooth grin!

Up and down the streets, looking for a place to stay.
Corpseface, Corpseface! Please go away!

Corpseface, Corpseface! Don't look at me!
Eyes slick and wet, how can you even see?!

Up and down the streets, searching for a bit of bread.
Corpseface, Corpseface! You should be dead!

Where did he come from?
Nobody really knows.

How can we spot him?
His dirty, tattered clothes!

Why did he come here?
To drive us all insane.

How will he do it?
His face will cause us pain!

He says that we're cruel!
We know that it's a lie.

How can we stop him?
We'll wait for him to die.

Corpseface, Corpseface! Don't let him in!
All of us moved on, but you still have skin!

Up and down the streets, looking for a place to stay.
Corpseface, Corpseface! Please go away!

Corpseface, Corpseface! Silence your shrieks!
Wrinkled and old, and your whole body leaks!

Up and down the streets, searching for a bit of bread.
Corpseface, Corpseface! You should be dead!

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