There in the basement
Hung up in delight.
We're five lifeless bodies
That never had a chance to fight.
The man that was behind this
Was tickled with bliss.
He couldn't wait to drain them,
And make puppets to sew and to hem.
All five bodies were drained, stuffed and sewed.
Another story, yet to be told.
The strings were measured,
Cut and prepared.
To connect to these puppets,
With human dyed hair.
Now on with the show,
It must go on,
All five puppets dancing
With a horror song.
The stage is lit up,
The crowd is becoming to much.
Roaring and clapping
While their bodies start snapping.
One, two, three, four...
Everybody falls to the floor.
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