OSWALD

7-19-1996



It's 8 O'clock, time for bed.
So say the voices in Oswald's head.

On clean white sheets he's strapped in tight.
To keep poor Oswald from wandering at night

But Oswald can't write, and Oswald can't read,
But Oswald knows how to make you bleed.
Creepy-crawly in the night, close your eyes to lifeless sight.
It's bedtime - bedtime for Oswald

It's for his safety the doctor's say.
But the doctors leave at the end of the day.

And creepy-crawly down the hall.
Oswald, emotionless, he kills them all.

But Oswald can't write, and Oswald can't read,
But Oswald knows how to make you bleed.
Creepy-crawly in the night, close your eyes to lifeless sight.
It's bedtime - bedtime for Oswald

When the day comes, they turn him loose,
And late at night, his hands are a noose.

But Oswald can't write, and Oswald can't read,
But Oswald knows how to make you bleed.

Through the windows,
Through the doors,
From the closet,
Through the floors.
You scream in terror, you run and hide.
You look in his eyes, there's no life inside.
You search for something to save your life,
But he breaks your arm and takes your knife.
Oswald can't write, and Oswald can't read,
But Oswald knows how to make you bleed.
From the dusk until the dawn,
It's Oswald's land you're standing on.
The terror of Oswald, searching for his prey.
Yet another soul doesn't make it to day.
Creepy-crawly in the night, close your eyes to lifeless sight.
It's bedtime - bedtime for Oswald

But Oswald don't flinch and Oswald don't care.
You look in his eyes and there's nobody there.

But Oswald can't write, and Oswald can't read,
But Oswald knows how to make you bleed.
Creepy-crawly in the night, close your eyes to lifeless sight.
It's bedtime - bedtime for Oswald



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