And there I found some humanoid bones,
I was feeling kinda sad,
Something went stellar bad,
There was a long knife with brown, rusty tones,
I went back to my shack to swallow some beer,
To quell my shakes and pervert my fear,
There was a knock at the door,
It was that fella from the store,
He held a knife and I said, "oh dear",
He said he was a fulltime pickle diller,
And a weekend serial killer,
Now I'm under the stones,
With those other old bones,
Giving worms a protein belly filler.
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