Suffer the Little Children to Come Unto Me

Child He's coming for you There's nothing that you could do he lurks the night A ghoul with cruel intentions Waiting for you to cross his way A predator Greedy for your intestines Enjoying your cries of dismay child Skelter Run if you can Flee from the boogieman a cleaver And a blade He's watching In the shade when you don't watch your back He grabs you from behind One well directed hack Blistering and unkind drags you to his hideout Welcomes you as his guest No one will hear you shout When he grubs in your chest savage routine Medical education Just tell the doctor when it hurts The final stage Is your annihilation He scornful grins as your blood squirts child Short was your life Stopped with a surgical knife --- Suffer the Little Children to Come Unto Me - Pungent Stench