Lyrics

Well there's a creep in the cellar that I'm gonna let in And he eats in the alley and keeps track of my sins When he starts talking backwards your head starts to spin And he really freaks me out when he peels off his skin Well there's a creep in the cellar that I'm gonna let in There's a hole in his brain where his mind should have to be When he start rubbing wrinkles he gets pretty fat when he starts talking nickelback, diamondback, Muscleback Well there's a creep in the cellar with his hands in the air And he lies to his mother but she doesn't care Well the fish are flying backwards we all just stare Like the turkeys talking Backwards Well there's a creep in the cellar that I' am going to let in
Writer(s): Gibson Haynes, Jeffrey Coffey, Paul Walthall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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