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Creep In The Cellar

This song is by Butthole Surfers and appears on the album Rembrandt Pussyhorse (1986).

Well there's a creep in the cellar that I'm gonna let in
And he eats in the alley and keeps track of my sins
When he starts talking backwards your head starts to spin
And he really freaks me out when he peels off his skin, yow

Well there's a creep in the cellar that I'm gonna let in
There's a hole in his brain where his mind should have to been
When he start rubbing wrinkles, he gets pretty fat
When he starts talking nickelback, diamondback, muscleback, yow

There's a creep in the cellar with his hands in the air
And he lies to his mother but she doesn't care
When the fists are flying backwards and the ballroom is bare
'Cause the turkeys talking backwards, it'll raise up your hair, no

Well there's a creep in the cellar that I am gonna let in

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