pills
me and the easter bunny
hanging out and breaking laws
with honest thieves and santa claus
he had time between toys
the tooth fairy owes me money
because the only thing under my pillow
are dreams
bloody mary and the bogey-man
are smoking crack in my bedroom
they lie and say, "no, we're not !"
but i can feel the ghosts and smell the fumes
now here comes candy-man
and he is primed to play candy land
as a banshee screams in the distance
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