||[Jan. 31st, 2005|10:39 am]
last night I started writing a new song about snowmen. It's in F# minor.
There's a creature you don't know,
Cuz it only comes out in the snow.
And it never snows in Texas, thank the gods.
Bone-thin arms made out of twigs,
Coal black eyes and a wicked grin,
But it never snows in Texas, thank the gods.
Evil kids with evil minds,
help to bring it to life,
By putting a top-hat on top of its bloated head.
What should you do if you see one?
My advice is just to run,
Or else it'll thumpity-thumpity-thump until you're dead.
I didn't say it was a good song.