There's a little child, running round this house.
And he never leaves, he will never leave.
And the fog comes up, from the sewers and glows, in, the dark.
Baby alligators, in the sewers, grow up fast, grow up fast.
Anything you want, it can be done, how did you go bad?
Did you go bad? did you go bad?
Somethings will never wash away.
Did you go bad? did you go bad?


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