Sargent Slaughter

Five shapes and a handle
Turned out, saying soak up the time gone
They change and a whizzed out
Reteach your soul
It’s just nothing itself
And try and stop
We want your skull
Four shapes and a handle
Turned out, saying soak up the time gone by
We change and a
Lifts down and goes towards the mailbox, falls down
Five shapes and a bedbug crawls out
We want your skull
We need your skull
Said soak up the time gone by