Friends In Crawl Spaces (ballad Of Jeffery Dahmer)

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I made quite a splash, I hacked and I slashed  
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My way to the top of Page One  
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The cops even checked but they didn't suspect  
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I was carving up fellers for fun  
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Yes, I never thought I'd finally get caught  
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I hope that they all rest in peace  
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'Cause I'm locked away, what more can I say  
          
'Cept what I told the police  


Chorus: 
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Aw, I've got friends in crawl spaces  
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I've got arms and legs and a few faces  
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Stashed all around in different parts of town  
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Well I met 'em in bars on a friendly basis  
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Now I got 'em in jars and flower vases  
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Oh, I've got friends in crawl spaces  

Instrumental  

I know I was wrong, I just don't belong  
I guess you've heard that one before  
But the guys they all dig me, I'm like Eleanor Rigby  
There's a face in a jar by my door  
I must be insane, got an abnormal brain  
What else could I do to get laid  
The guys that I date met a terrible fate  
They ended up lightly sautéed  

Chorus 2: 
Aw, I've got friends in crawl spaces  
Every shape and size and all races  
All blood and guts, man, I must be nuts  
Well, I got one that'll really kill ya  
I'm the poster child for necrophilia  
I've got friends in crawl spaces  

(Aw, We're really cooking now)  

Well, I've got friends in crawl spaces  
I'm the queer that made Milwaukee famous  
Oh, I've got friends in crawl spaces