Living Tombstone Don't Tattle On Me (feat. Fandroid! & Caleb Hyles)
No more mama
No more MA-MA-MA
I can't sleep
Leap out of bed Creep down the hall
Sneak down the steps
Into the creepy creaky basement
And discreetly peek at my gifts
Open up What could it be?
That motor-mouth Those rosy cheeks!
A baby talking Tattletail
Who babble's without fail
But don't tattle on me
Don't tattle on me
'Cause Mama's sleeping
And Mama's scary
No don't you speak
Or I might scream
'Cause if she finds you
Who knows what she'll do
Hide and Seek Under the tree
Red glowing eyes Are all I see
Maternal stalker by the stockings
Matricidal children plotting
Charge you,
brush you
Feed you treats
Hey, who's the toy here You or me?
Infernal presence in the presents
Unsettled machine
But don't tattle on me
Don't tattle on me
'Cause Mama's listening
And Mama's scary
No don't you speak
Or I might scream
'Cause if she finds you
Who knows what she'll do
HE HE HEH HE HEEE...
No More Mama
No More Mama
No More Mama
No More Mama
No More Mama
No More Mama
No More Mama
No More Mama
Wound up - like a VHS
Shook up - and I'm in distress
Locked up - in a cardboard box
Broke up - like a shattered pot
Wake up - from a bad, bad dream
Strung up - like a christmas tree
Messed up - so she got recalled
Shut up...
And don't tattle on me
Don't tattle on me
'Cause Mama's watching
And Mama's scary
Don't make a peep
Or I might scream
'Cause if she finds you
You know what she'll do
So don't tattle on me!
HA HA!!