The Living Tombstone - Tattletail Song (Don't Tattle On Me Remix) Тексты

I can’t sleep
Leap out of bed
Creep down the hall
Sneak down the steps
Into the creepy creaky basement
And discreetly peek at my gifts
Open up
What could it be?
That motor-mouth
Those rosy cheeks!
A baby talking Tattletail
Who babble’s without fail

But don’t tattle on me
Don’t tattle on me
‘Cause Mama’s sleeping
And Mama’s scary
No don’t you speak
Or I might scream
‘Cause if she finds you
Who knows what she’ll do

Hide and Seek
Under the tree
Red glowing eyes
Are all I see
Maternal stalker by the stockings
Matricidal children plotting
Charge you, brush you
Feed you treats
Hey, who’s the toy here
You or me?
Infernal presence in the presents
Unsettled machine

But don’t tattle on me
Don’t tattle on me
‘Cause Mama’s listening
And Mama’s scary
No don’t you speak
Or I might scream
‘Cause if she finds you
Who knows what she’ll do

No More Mama
No More Mama
No More Mama
No More Mama
No More Mama
No More Mama
No More Mama
No More Mama

Wound up - like a VHS
Shook up - and I’m in distress
Locked up - in a cardboard box
Broke up - like a shattered pot
Wake up - from a bad, bad dream
Strung up - like a christmas tree
Messed up - so she got recalled
Shut up

And don’t tattle on me
Don’t tattle on me
‘Cause Mama’s watching
And Mama’s scary
Don't make a peep
Or I might scream
‘Cause if she finds you
You know what she’ll do
So don’t tattle on me!