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[Music & Lyrics by King Diamond] Room 17 was nice and cool, oh yeah A few stains on the wall But that was nothing new to Harry's head Even though he was strapped down to his bed ...Strapped down... Harry felt preety good... Knock Knock... Knock knock... Is anybody there? Room 17 was nice and cool, oh yeah But it didn't have the string that would ring the nurse It wasn't there Poor Harry, he had it coming Poor Harry... Sow he didn't feel so good Here comes Doctor Eastmann and Nursie Needle Dear Look at wat they got you... THE CRAWLY BOX [NURSE:] "Don't be such a baby, Harry stop that now The doctor's here to help you... it's Eastmann time!" In room 17, everything is so clean In room 17, there is nothing to be seen Letras de canciones [Dr.EASTMANN:] "Black, brown, grey and hairy... We've got them all Big, small, fast and scary... Yeah, we've got them all I can hear hit, the Spider's Lullaby I can feel it, the Spider's crawl on by" In room 17, everything is so clean In room 17, there is nothing to be seen [Dr.EASTMANN:] "Nurse Needle, it is time to begin Nurse Needle, stick it in A brown Lycosa's what I've got inside this box I'm gonna let him out to see just how you feel When he's around If you move too much he might just bite you But we'll just have to wait And see about that..." Deep into the night, they were testing him So many different species, Harry could not win They forgot the grey one, she was full of eggs And she would find a warm spot back in Harry's neck It's so moist and warm in here Knock Knock... Knock knock... Is anybody there? [HARRY:] "You forgot some spiders in my room yesterday Now I've got this stunning pain And my neck is feeling weird, Oh I might die Overnight some of your spiders must have bit me They were all over me!" [Dr.EASTMANN:] "Oh Harry, don't be such a fool." That same night Harry died When they found him he was grey and white Black, brown, grey and hairy... We've got them all Big, small, fast and scary... Yeah, we've got them all I can hear hit, the Spider's Lullaby I can feel it, the Spider's crawl on by In room 17, everything is so clean In room 17, there is nothing to be seen Take him to the morgue Take him to the morgue... From Letras Mania