Death From My Fiddle
Strike up a match!but stand back,
When I play my fiddle,
Your breath I will take away
Strike up my fiddle,
watching the others dance,
When I play my fiddle,
listen to my song
Strike across the strings,
listen to the loud hiss,
When I play my fiddle,
it penetrates the ear
Strike up the band,
do what I say,
When I play my fiddle,
It will scare you half to death
I will strike you,
my fiddle your death I will bring,
When I play my fiddle,
You didn't expect this
Your phone is ringing
Death is calling
Answer it!
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