The Scary Caroler

Well I feel more like I do today

Than I did last night

Makin' odds on the silvery moom

Makin' it all seem that nice

And then you lie

(your back your scrotum)

And you close your eyes

(your shoulders your pelvis)

And you sleep alright

(your wrist knuckles and knees)

All these things ache

Well Jesus Christ

I got my dogs on ice

A piece of grit in my eye

I start to spit

Then I start to cry

I'm happy

I just don't know why

And then you rise

(your buttocks your calves)

And you open your eyes

(your sinus your ears)

And you sleep alright

(your arms your cheeks)

All these things ache

Yes I've had better days

I would like a new shot

My teeth they were

Extremely white

Cast off cast off

You scary caroler

This hasn't been my night