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Better
be careful walking down the street
Late
at night he's lurking beneath
Lloyd's
hanging out and he's picking his teeth
Waiting
for the gaze of a victim to meet
His
eyes...His watery eyes...It's no surprise...He likes their eyes...
Down
in the sewer where the rats congregate
When
the sun goes down and the hour's getting late
Lloyd's
got a mission and he won't hesitate
As
he sets up his trap and he lays out his bait
For
eyes...He wants their eyes...It's no surprise...He likes their eyes...
Just
last week someone else disappeared
People
all around are living in fear
It's
been going on for seven years
No
trace is ever found, not even a tear
From
eyes...They're missing eyes...It's no suprise...He likes their eyes...
He
uses lights; he uses charts
He
checks for cataracts and retinal scars
Is
the vision good to the sides
In
his work he takes great pride
Lloyd's
got some glasses that are one of a kind
The
eyes that see through them would surely be fine
He
could leave his troubled past behind
He's
an optometrist that's lost his mind
Over
eyes...He loves their eyes...It's no surprise...Perfect glasses, perfect
eyes...
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