I was working all night in my office When a man I had recently killed Called me up from a phone near my building So I looked out the window at him He had the same obsequious manner That was the reason I had him killed So to calm my nerves I sang this song To him, over the phone
Turn around, turn around There's a thing there that can be found Turn around, turn around It's a human skull on the ground Human skull on the ground Turn around
I was out by myself in the graveyard I was doing an interpretive dance When I felt something heavy and pointed Strike me in the back of the neck And then the ghost of my dance instructor Pushed me down into an open grave And as dirt rained down she played a xylophone And sang me this song
Turn around, turn around There's a thing there that can be found Turn around, turn around It's a human skull on the ground Human skull on the ground Turn around
We were waving our arms out the window Of a fast moving passenger train Acting in an irresponsible fashion Until the engineer whose back had been turned And who we thought would find us highly amusing Quickly swiveled his head around And his face which was a paper-white mask of evil Sang us this song
Turn around, (round) turn around (round) There's a thing there that can be found (there's a thing there that can be) Turn around, (found) turn around (round) It's a human skull on the ground (it's a human skull on the) Human skull (ground) on the ground (round) Turn around (turn around, turn around)
Turn around, (round) turn around (round) There's a thing there that can be found (there's a thing there that can be) Turn around, (found) turn around (round) It's a human skull on the ground (it's a human skull on the) Human skull (ground) on the ground (round) Turn around (turn around, turn around)
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