Impetigo Dear Uncle Creepy текст песни, слова песни Dear Uncle Creepy Impetigo
Impetigo - Dear Uncle Creepy
Morbid fantasy exterminates my childhood fears
Dear Uncle Creepy, how can it be?
Some of the crap that's out these days
is such a bore to me
Dear Uncle Creepy...
The shit they call "horror" in the comic store
Nobody's got that style anymore!
Pre-code classics provide the chills
This high-tech bullshit never will!
As far as movies are concerned,
There's a plenty out that should be burned
The horror's gone, big budget's here
Whatever happened to the meaning of FEAR????
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