The House You Grew Up In - ... Call for Spooky Measures

Spooky times
Call for spooky measures
If I wrote a little rhyme would it make you feel better
Probably not, kid
There ain't enough words in this book I got
It's by Webster
Someone's caught in a web sir
Hope he don't flinch
When the spider gets here
It's a carnivore's carnival
Ya'll the only animal who eat
Ta treat a belly full up
What's up this year
Is that everything's fucked
And now winter's near
And we're gonna fall flat this fall I fear
20/20
Yup not anymore honey
Heard ya need vision fur ya video job
Faceless, Tasteless, Tasty banquets
Chased with the charm
Which I hang from my bracelet
Spooky times
Call for spookier measures
Obscene bars
Writ with magazine letters
Don't ya feel better no
Now ya really wanna go hard on the patio
I used to wish for a million fish
For ma millionth kiss
For some marital bliss now
Everything's gone with the wind somehow
Now everyone's in for the win
So how
Am i ever gonna do
What the books said to
Build a magic tree house
Cut a crook in two
That's two halves
Half of every book I've flipped through
Had you on the cover
Lover do undercover
Hover here for another 10 seconds or so
Then ten of the men who took second can go
Whoa slow down
Slow right down
Check no ones around
Get down to the sounds like
Ya know how to ride a bike right
Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm

Written by:
Jordan Brown

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