collector of skeletons

All the heroes’ faces are narrow
Loose canons in their britches
The legend Hood is dead in a barrow
Where’s the money for the pastors wine

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Don’t worry sweet maiden
I’ll rob Mylitta blind
You’ll love her water urchin
We’ll toast our child with stolen wine

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Drunken deer drag my sleigh
Across this dark carousel land
I have fled many a lover’s fray
But I return
For I’m the collector of skeletons

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You’ll wait purely for me sweet maiden
Till the novel dragon devours all your flesh
Then I’ll return your glorified troubadour goblin
To whisper a dire line to late for succulent passion

Remember I’m the collector of skeletons
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