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Oh no, here comes tornado! And there goes the neighborhood The house is flying high And the laundry's drying really good. Oh rest. where are the pets? Little kittie litter specs bite us on the _ Puss n' boots too if the wind made you flew Your _ lunch tables from the high school Uh uh uh uh Uh uh uh uh Oh yes! tornado took a left Too late. everything's gone. We're all having lawn sales No time to yawn How much for that _? Oh, i think it's free. Mr. and mrs. johnson are crushed beneath the tree. If it's not tied down, i'll be in jail _ up my ass Smuggling b-day cakes My mama mama mia mia say things like "All things truly pass" Even this, a song about a storm's about to form in the sky. The naked eye doesn't see all the thoughts in the street, Only skulls wearing hair and most likely outer wear. Oh well. Oh well. i guess it's time to clean. Yes, let's __ And why's she so mean. Perhaps she's on her period, A volcano about to burst. At least all the vampires will quench their blood thirst. Are things easier in hell? Are things easier in hell? Are things easier in hell? Are things easier in hell? Are things easier in hell? Are things easier in hell?
Writer(s): Samuel Thomas Zurick, Timothy John Kinsella Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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