Thugs and their cronies with no moral scruples
Stairwells and bombshells and fun dirty doodles
Disks in the sky flying high without wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Old worn out dresses and lost dusty caches
A whithered bouquet and an urn full of ashes
A house burnt to cinders the warmth that it brings
These are a few of my favorite things
In the daylight where the birds sing when I can't feel sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
Corpse's in poses with bloody incisions
Consorting with devils who sacrifice chickens
Dark cryptic passages chants that we sing
These are few of my favorite things
A ghost who posesses a psycho who slashes
Demons that slay and a monster that smashes
Don't care what's said of the horrors they bring
These are a few of my favorite thing
In the daylight where the birds sing when I can't feel sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
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Thugs and their cronies with no moral scruples
Stairwells and bombshells and fun dirty doodles
Disks in the sky flying high without wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Old worn out dresses and lost dusty caches
A whithered bouquet and an urn full of ashes
A house burnt to cinders the warmth that it brings
These are a few of my favorite things
In the daylight where the birds sing when I can't feel sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
Corpse's in poses with bloody incisions
Consorting with devils who sacrifice chickens
Dark cryptic passages chants that we sing
These are few of my favorite things
A ghost who posesses a psycho who slashes
Demons that slay and a monster that smashes
Don't care what's said of the horrors they bring
These are a few of my favorite thing
In the daylight where the birds sing when I can't feel sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
Stairwells and bombshells and fun dirty doodles
Disks in the sky flying high without wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Old worn out dresses and lost dusty caches
A whithered bouquet and an urn full of ashes
A house burnt to cinders the warmth that it brings
These are a few of my favorite things
In the daylight where the birds sing when I can't feel sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
Corpse's in poses with bloody incisions
Consorting with devils who sacrifice chickens
Dark cryptic passages chants that we sing
These are few of my favorite things
A ghost who posesses a psycho who slashes
Demons that slay and a monster that smashes
Don't care what's said of the horrors they bring
These are a few of my favorite thing
In the daylight where the birds sing when I can't feel sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
Writer: J.B. Stephens
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid