Like a thief in the night I come in creeping
And I breath bits of sand from my hand
Till you're sleeping soft and sound
I will dance on your head untill you take it
With a grin tied string to it
And I'll make it spin around
I'll crown you king
It's hope I bring
A fool by morning
All the patches, needles and the stitches
All the rags that you wear
I will turn into ratches, when you lay down
I'll crown you king
It's hope I bring
A fool by morning
The matter that I (prision?) is a sweet morfine
Pulling you into a sleep of deep long dreams
I will ease you up and eat all your pain
Running in your glug in your pumping veins
I'm a better drug than your crack c**aine
And I'm far more dangerous than I seem
I'll crown you king
It's hope I bring
A fool by morning
And you'll be mourning
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