"I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult.
For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye. Yes, it was this. One
of his eyes resembled that of a vulture. A pale, blue eye with a film over
it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold. And so, by degrees, very
gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man and thus rid
myself of the eye forever."
So I'm headed door to door
With my grandmother's cookie jar
I'm sellin' cookies, 12 for a dollar
I ring the doorbell, nobody wants any
I resort to goin' cheaper - 2 for a penny
Anybody, everybody, they hate me
I can tell when they spit and degrade me
There's only one house left, the last on the block
Old Man Willie on the hilltop
I ring the doorbel, the door creeps open
And there it was starin' and scopin'
The man's left eye, red, big, and drippin'
I was trippin'. "Ahh, seeya!"
I ran home. I couldn't stop thinking
About his eyeball winking and blinking
And it looked not a damn thing like the other Ugh!
Shoulda wore a patch on the motherfucker
It hypnotized me, mesmorized me
Traumatized, paralyzed, terrorized me
Creepers, where'd you get that ball
And tell me how it even fits in your skull
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I want a big long knife to stick it in.
I wanna lift up the eyelid and kick it in.
He's gotta die. I want his eye buried in my backyard.
It ain't hard, I'm killin' Old Evil Eye!
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