The yellow moon looks down now
Lights the scene for the night ahead
Surround the chairs in a circle
And I just can't sit down

{chorus}

But the freak stares on
Puts on his glasses and he smokes it down
That don't matter for much now/dear/downhere
He says, "I'm gonna put your head on and don't you screw it up."

The message was delivered
The mothers wept uncontrollably
Mad children went to the warehouse
Heavens trumpets blow

{chorus}

{chorus}

General Comment
"This POST is actually about Dr. Creep. Dr. Creep was a late-night horror show host in Dayton, Ohio. Hence, of course R. Pollard would write a song about him."
~Erodeoon February 10, 2011 Link

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