Heater Moves and Eyes

Oh Die! They gone and left me for her On the way Each every time a think the wheel around [around around] And it's gone [around around] I got a reason for heading home It's not serene It don't make sense to me I got the four eyes blooming under half of my bed Seems to jingle as the razor comes with color and claw I see it shine I see it stare Holding hearts in my hand Take the master morgue and make her have it sitting on side Let the glory boy of Mr. Henry have it alright. While it's in front of me Keeps me insane. Disguised to take away the feeling the house survives But all on demand Disguise thrown over me Teenage hand Oh! die You should have known you could have rested on me Each every time I kept the reel alive You took me for the drive To feel the fear and it's hard. . .