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Slackjaw live in the cellarThey let him grind the trashClumps of hair and puke and bonesPiles of broken glassFinds pictures of pretty girls and hangs 'em on the wallLikes people when he meets 'emBut he just as soon strangle 'em allSlackjaw sleep on the floorOf the boiler roomAll night long, playin' its songClank and hiss and boom!Sees people on the hallSmiles and says helloBut sometimes, he wishesThey all had only one throatSlackjaw he got a wormThat lives inside his headTells him things he shouldn't knowThings are better left unsaidTrash smasher, rat catcherPiss on your paradeSometimes he screams all nightTo make it all go awayHey! Slackjaw, hey, heyetc.... From Letras Mania