`I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult.
For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye. Yes, it was this. One
of his eyes resembled that of a vulture. A pale, blue eye with a film over
it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold. And so, by degrees, very
gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man and thus rid
myself of the eye forever.`
So I`m headed door to door
With my grandmother`s cookie jar
I`m sellin` cookies, 12 for a dollar
I ring the doorbell, nobody wants any
I resort to goin` cheaper - 2 for a penny
Anybody, everybody, they hate me
I can tell when they spit and degrade me
There`s only one house left, the last on the block
Old Man Willie on the hilltop
I ring the doorbel, the door creeps open
And there it was starin` and scopin`
The man`s left eye, red, big, and drippin`
I was trippin`. `Ahh, seeya!`
I ran home. I couldn`t stop thinking
About his eyeball winking and blinking
And it looked not a damn thing like the other Ugh!
Shoulda wore a patch on the motherfucker
It hypnotized me, mesmorized me
Traumatized, paralyzed, terrorized me
Creepers, where`d you get that ball
And tell me how it even fits in your skull
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I want a big long knife to stick it in.
I wanna lift up the eyelid and kick it in.
He`s gotta die. I want his eye buried in my backyard.
It ain`t hard, I`m killin` Old Evil Eye!
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