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I made quite a splash, I hacked and I slashed
Bm
My way to the top of Page One
E
The cops even checked but they didn't suspect
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I was carving up fellers for fun
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Yes, I never thought I'd finally get caught
Bm Dm
I hope that they all rest in peace
E
'Cause I'm locked away, what more can I say
'Cept what I told the police
Chorus:
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Aw, I've got friends in crawl spaces
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I've got arms and legs and a few faces
Bm E
Stashed all around in different parts of town
A
Well I met 'em in bars on a friendly basis
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Now I got 'em in jars and flower vases
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Oh, I've got friends in crawl spaces
Instrumental
I know I was wrong, I just don't belong
I guess you've heard that one before
But the guys they all dig me, I'm like Eleanor Rigby
There's a face in a jar by my door
I must be insane, got an abnormal brain
What else could I do to get laid
The guys that I date met a terrible fate
They ended up lightly sautéed
Chorus 2:
Aw, I've got friends in crawl spaces
Every shape and size and all races
All blood and guts, man, I must be nuts
Well, I got one that'll really kill ya
I'm the poster child for necrophilia
I've got friends in crawl spaces
(Aw, We're really cooking now)
Well, I've got friends in crawl spaces
I'm the queer that made Milwaukee famous
Oh, I've got friends in crawl spaces