And He Will Be My Seizure Boy
He's a rocket to the moon
Sharp picket fences are his mind
He leaves no survivours
Shred right through you like you're paper
There's no mercy in the bloke
And he doesn't even know it
I'll make him into a doll
And I will put him on a shelf

Black and white stripes on his shirt
And his socks, and he's got white shoes
Surely defies gravity
Won't tell a soul what he can do
Quiet so we won't know it
The world is on the verge of craze
I'll make him into a doll
And I will put him on a shelf

And he will be my seizure boy
On my shelf for all to see
He will be my grim seizure boy
My only lonely seizure boy.


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