He captured and collected things And he put them in a shed He raised a proper family So he could tie them to a bed
Chorus: The creator had a mastertape But he left it in a cab I stared into the void tonight The best dream I ever had
He worked himself into the ground And drove a spike into his head A voice said "Are you happy now?" "Your sordid home is running red?"
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Pills and chloroform All the pages torn [X4]
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