a classic, from back in the day when I would actually play the drums (poorly) instead of program them.
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Story behind the song
we were on a cigarette binge and this song happened. we once played it at an open mic night and it was the only song any one laughed at. those poetry types are too damn serious.
Lyrics
The creeper walks down the street
Hoping to find some meat
He looks in your window while you sleep
Hoping to catch a peek
That's why (stop it) they call him the creeper.
And that's why they call him the creeper.
That is why, they call him the creeper.
By the dumpster, the creeper does his job
He likes to rob everything of it's virginity
Sex, creed, species? It doesn't matter to the creeper
When he gets you behind that dumpster...
-- Creeper
Heat stroke and angry, the creeper walks the beach
Picking off a leach from his nads
He sees some young lads and he asks for their help
Setting the snake out.
He takes them behind the dumpster,
Gives them something mean,
Something unpure, something that is not
Clean
The creeper will eat your soul (your soul-uh)
He will eat it hole (hole-oh)
I killed the creeper
I put him six feet under
I used a rusty shovel
That's a throw away.
it changes every time.
that's the glorious burden of the creeper.
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