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oh no, here comes tornado! and there goes the neighborhood the house is flying high and the laundry's drying really good. oh rest. where are the pets? little kittie litter specs bite us on the necks you'd be a puss n' boots, too, if the wind made you flew your skull cracking lunch tables from the high school uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh EEEE oh yes! tornado took a left too late. everything's gone. we're all having lawn sales no time to yawn. how much for that BBQ? oh, i think it's free. mr. and mrs. johnson are crushed beneath the tree. if it's not tied down, i'll be in jail with it up my ass smuggling b-day cakes my mama mama mia mia say things like "all things truly pass" even this, a song about a storm's about to form in the sky. the naked eye doesn't see all the thoughts in the street, only skulls wearing hair and most likely outerwear. Letras de canciones oh well. oh well. i guess it's time to clean. yes, let's ponder mother nature and why's she so mean. perhaps she's on her period, a volcano about to burst. at least all the vampires will quench their blood thirst. are things easier in hell? [x6] From Letras Mania