The cannibals are out long after good kids are in bed,
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They're coming through the windows,
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And they're coming for my head.
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I'm fattened up for killing season,
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Helping God to find a reason,
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Just to feed me quickly to,
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The cannibal named Ed.
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The wintertime was long,
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But the warm winds are a-blowin now,
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And I'm looking to the sky,
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Like an optimistic summer sow.
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The walls here aren't sturdy,
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And songs of freedom fill my head,
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As I befriend,
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The cannibal named Ed.
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Feeding time is dangerous,
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Don't touch the beast unless you must,
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He's grinning through his shiny teeth,
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He's dreaming of his bloody feast.
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So try to find the safest distance,
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Or the path of least resistance,
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Lest you be fed to,
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The cannibal named Ed,
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The cannibal named Ed.
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The cannibal Ed
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| Lauren Hoffman |
