Harvester of eyes, that's me And I see all there is to see When I look inside your head Right up front to the back of your skull
Well that's my sign that you are dead My list for you checks off as null I'm the harvester of eyes
I'm the eyeman of tv With my ocular tb I need all the peepers I can find Inside the barn where you find the hay
Just last week I took a ride So high on eyes I almost lost my way I'm the harvester of eyes
Harvester of eyes, that's me harvester of eyes And I see all there is to see harvester of eyes When I look inside your head harvester of eyes Right up front to the back of your skull harvester of eyes
Harvester of eyes
My-my-my-my-my My-my-my-my-my My-my-my-my-my-my I'm the harvester of eyes I'm just walkin' down the street I see a garbage can, I pick it up I look through all the garbage To see if there are any eyes inside I'll put 'em in my pink leather bag And take all their eye balls And I bleed with 'em As I plead with their eyes all night So if you see me walkin' down the street You'd better get out of the way And put on your eye glasses 'cause I'm gonna take your eyes home with me
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