Oh, Mister Skeletonyour so misunderstood
at last you just want to socialize
but I dont think we should.
post modern verse
Oh, Mr. Skeleton
Like you, misunderstood
Just want to be in society
But I think we dont.

the lord who cares for nothing of others
Her hard eyes were once soft
they spoke and cried and the
It was not till he layed estranged
go to the dark and use your curiosity

any man who's mind is filled