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I got the inspiration while watching a show on the Hillside Strangler

The Sandman

Close all the windows lock all the doors
Put away your paper dolls and pins
Draw tight the curtains don019t you make a sound
Looks like the Sandman019s back in town

Parsons in the pulpit, heaven knows he tries
Mother Mary019s little comfort now
Every sinner019s ear is fastened to the ground
Now that the Sandman019s back in town

The waitress at the coffee shop, counting up the till
A debutant, a mother or a child
Looks so unassuming, his smile a sweet caress
One more soul tossed in the lost and found
Looks like the Sandman019s back in town

Close your eyes, hush now, try to sleep
There019ll be scarlet ribbons for your hair
Don019t you hide, give into your dreams
He019s all alone, and waiting for you there

Hear the sirens singing, do you know the tune
Pretty maidens standing in a row
Moonlight is fading; the beds are all turned down
Now that the Sandman019s back in town

The waitress at the coffee shop, counting up the till
A debutant, a mother or a child
Looks so unassuming, his smile a sweet caress
One more soul tossed in the lost and found
Looks like the Sandman019s back in town
Looks like the Sandman019s back in town