This was poorly planned
And executed twice as bad
And now we're
The moon is not quite bright
And the time is not
Why do they stay on
When their work is done?
Why don't
I hope I become a ghost.
I hope I can see
[instrumental]
zwing
ding bing ding ba wing
ba da da zwing bing bing
Winter's in you
It sneaks out your mouth
Like the snake spits
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