A man is not how you picture a flower when at least once an hour the tower stops clicking and clock stops ticking and the heavy rain water wicking again and again here or foreign lands get out and about with a pout of a route to give back the life the struggle the knife the beginner the quitter the pitcher the hitter the pain the glitter the creatures the critters the standers the sitters the giver the getter the sweet the bitter

Boom

Shack a lack a

Boom

Boom

Boom

Shack a hey

Hi ho-hi grooba- McMooga jaboom

Are the words that he’ll say once you smell impending doom

Hi ho-hi grooba- McMooga jaboom

It’s the last thing you’ll hear and you’re gonna hear it soon

Hi ho-hi grooba- McMooga jaboom

Have you ever heard this whispered while alone in your room?

Hi ho-hi grooba- McMooga jaboom

If you’ve heard it before you’re most likely in your tomb

Hi ho-hi grooba- McMooga jaboom

A disheartening thing to hear while still in the womb

Hi ho-hi grooba- McMooga jaboom

Is there anything else that rhymes?- wait.

Broom.

Boom

Shack a lack a

Boom

Boom

Boom

Shack a hey

Please do not juice me like you did to my brother

It’s times like these when I wish I knew my mother

Is there any hope left for me to breath another day

Or maybe my soul will be better off this way

Atleast now I won’t have to hear the sounds of the Valley

Maybe my next home won’t be on this alley

Perhaps I’ll meet my family again

Of course I never have before but maybe I can

But why believe in something like that when I live a life that’s something like this

Either way I have to except that my life’s never a hit

But always

A miss

Boom

Shack A Lack A

Boom

Boom

Boom

Shack A Hey

Do you ever sing the thoughts that you smelled once in a dream?

Seen your cream themed team on a beam?

Or perhaps broken bread with the you you once knew?

Who to brew stew with a new blue hue?

Have you ever held mass with the father of your…

I’m gonna smoke you like a cigarette

Boy I know you heard me now

I wanna sheer you like sheep

Like a sheep, man, not a cow

I’m gonna shuck you like an oyster

Don’t even ask, you don’t wanna know how

I wanna wipe you like a stain

Like wiping sweat from ones’ brow

I wanna toast you like some bread

Bow wow wow, chica wow

Boom

Shack a lack a

Boom

Boom

Boom

Shack a hey

It’s been many a year since the valley’d gone sour

More terror, more pain, more thirst, by the hour

But now in the midst of the children there crying

Is one whose eyes are in need of no drying

The child fears not the lizards and such

He’s heard tales of freedom, he wants just a touch

However he’s torn ‘tween temptations abound

Fight for his kin, or help hold them down

Live like a king, for the price of his soul

Or life on the line, an impossible goal

Boom

Shack a lack a

Boom

Boom

Boom

Shack a hey

Tommy takes a peak

Where the little ones sleep

He looks and writes books on how to cooks the children deep

He knows that when

The clock strikes ten

His rags will drags and he’ll bags the children

A feast to prepare

Keep them medium rare

The dropping and chopping and toppings will fare

But desert after all

Is the bell of the ball

He saved him and shaved him and craved him raw

Boom

Shack a lack a

Boom

Boom

Boom

Shack a hey

He’s looking at me mama!

Who’s looking at you son?

He has a million faces!

A million faces all in one?

No! Faces all in pieces

Like pieces of the sun?

Yes! Pieces that will hurt me!

You better turn and run.

Mama aren’t you coming with me?

I can’t go with you son.

I just wanna go back home

Maybe once your work is done.

What work am i to do?

Boom

Shack a lack a

Boom

Boom

Boom

Shack a hey

The first of the wintery cold of summers sun

In the Valley of Zchanne, time will slowly run

We don’t know the depth or the girth of this place

It worsens the lower you descend as you pace

However all is still, all and all is calm

When the final bell sourly screams dawn

We learn the fate of all who’re beckoning

On this, the sabbath, the day of reckoning

He strikes his wrists together with power

We all are knelt at his hands on this hour

He then decides who lives and who’s left

Dread to be forgotten, but its worse to keep our breath

Is this the end? Is it much worse?

Boom

Shack a lacka

Boom

Boom

Boom

Boom shack a hey

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