In the places we fear to go
There’s a something, you should know
They lie in wait, placing their bait
Waiting to strike their blow
They don’t really have a name
With their looks, none could blame
They gnarl their teeth, spreading their reek
And make you play their game
The music will hit your soul
Inviting you on a dancing stroll
You’ll hear it come on quick
You’ll be throwing your kicks
Until something’s teeth are shown
and all hope has been blown
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