My Ears Hurt

I've already cleaned my ears eight times, but they still hurt

My telephone rang this morning
It shook me out of bed and I tried to clear my head, clear my head

The voice was unfamiliar
If you wanna' know the truth it sounded like he was dead, he was dead

He said a little bit of rat poison in your system
Makes a big difference in your day
And if a little means a lot then I'll whip me up a pot
Then I'll blow them all away

Ghost stories, weird stories, and murders too

Now I'm running through the forest
Pushing to get a good start on my day, on my day
Still I'm searching for an answer
To the riddle from that strange voice without delay, without delay

He said it's time to pay the piper for the fun you've had
And you haven't got a clue
If you're looking for the answer to the spot you're in
Well my friend, too bad for you

Good evening, this is Peter Lorre
Would it bore you to hear a tale of tragic murder?
Are you unwilling to sit through
The telling of a strange and horrible story?
A brief narrative of a man caught in a web of evil
You're Not?
Then my friends keep right on listening

INSTRUMENTAL

Isn't it amazing the things some people will eat?



Credits
Writer(s): Bret Nybo
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