... Call for Spooky Measures Lyrics

Spooky times

Call for spooky measures

If I wrote a little rhyme would it make you feel better

Probably not, kid

There ain't enough words in this book I got

It's by Webster

Someone's caught in a web sir

Hope he don't flinch

When the spider gets here

It's a carnivore's carnival

Ya'll the only animal who eat

Ta treat a belly full up

What's up this year

Is that everything's fucked

And now winter's near

And we're gonna fall flat this fall I fear

20/20

Yup not anymore honey

Heard ya need vision fur ya video job

Faceless, Tasteless, Tasty banquets

Chased with the charm

Which I hang from my bracelet

Spooky times

Call for spookier measures

Obscene bars

Writ with magazine letters

Don't ya feel better no

Now ya really wanna go hard on the patio

I used to wish for a million fish

For ma millionth kiss

For some marital bliss now

Everything's gone with the wind somehow

Now everyone's in for the win

So how

Am i ever gonna do

What the books said to

Build a magic tree house

Cut a crook in two

That's two halves

Half of every book I've flipped through

Had you on the cover

Lover do undercover

Hover here for another 10 seconds or so

Then ten of the men who took second can go

Whoa slow down

Slow right down

Check no ones around

Get down to the sounds like

Ya know how to ride a bike right

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