Oh, you could never know
The story of the man who composed dead-night tarantellas
The voices that he heard would scream out quite a melody
And often, he would step up and yell out his horrid tribulations
Only to find out the floorboards weakening with age
So he dug down deep and he found the graveyard documents [?]
He continued to compose as decomposing filled the air
And one night, they rose up and held him with his tarantellas
They opened out their mouths and breathed out this memory
One, two, three, four
You will never see the light of day, we're upright
You'll resurrect our soulless bodies as you pump out your melodies
Your tarantella's not enough
Why don't you call our bluff [?], we've got you by the teeth now
Don't you understand? You'll write our songs for all eternity
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You will never see the light of day, we're upright
You'll resurrect our soulless bodies as you pump out your melodies
Your tarantella's not enough
Why don't you call our bluff [?], we've got you by the teeth now
Don't you understand? You'll write our songs for all eternity
Yeah
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La, la, la la, la, la la, la, la la, la, la, la, la, hey
La, la, la la, la, la la, la, la la, la, la la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la la, la, la la, la, la la, la, la la