Jim - Tales of Terror

I don’t wanna die quiet

I just wanna die in pain

I’m on a perversion diet

I’ve got a twisted brain

Standing in the cold

Lurking in the rain

Like a green thick mold

I’m permanent stain

Stand in the back

Watching you undress

Look through the crack

Well you know the rest

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!

I’m like a festering scab

I won’t go away

You’ll only be safe in the

Light of the day

No matter what you do

No matter what you say

I’ll climb inside your mind

I’m here to stay

Ha, ha, ha