Down, up, out of the cellar.
Creatures. Large. Frightful.
Go get mom, you better tell her,
Tell her they came out of the cellar.
Down, up, out of the cellar,
Coming to haunt us all.
Maybe you shouldn’t tell her,
Tell her they came out of the cellar.
Down, up, out of the cellar.
Bit off my arms and legs.
Maybe you should’ve told her.
Told her they came out of the cellar.
Axiom Wheeler
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