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Harvester of eyes, that's me |
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And I see all there is to see |
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When I look inside your head |
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Right up front to the back of your skull |
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Well that's my sign that you are dead |
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My list for you checks off as null |
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I'm the harvester of eyes |
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I'm the eyeman of TV |
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With my ocular TB |
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I need all the peepers I can find |
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Inside the barn where you find the hay |
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Just last week I took a ride |
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So high on eyes I almost lost my way |
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I'm the harvester of eyes |
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Harvester of eyes, that's me harvester of eyes |
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And I see all there is to see harvester of eyes |
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When I look inside your head harvester of eyes |
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Right up front to the back of your skull harvester of eyes |
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Harvester of eyes |
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My-my-my-my-my |
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My-my-my-my-my |
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My-my-my-my-my-my |
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I'm the harvester of eyes |
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I'm just walkin' down the street |
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I see a garbage can, I pick it up |
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I look through all the garbage |
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To see if there are any eyes inside |
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I'll put 'em in my pink leather bag |
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And take all their eye balls |
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And I bleed with 'em |
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As I plead with their eyes all night |
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So if you see me walkin' down the street |
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You'd better get out of the way |
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And put on your eye glasses |
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'Cause I'm gonna take your eyes home with me |
