Gasoline Ghost Stories
Oh ye who stray so far from home
Me who lay beneath the bone
Sing in three a tale atone
First a man when in Rome
Mother maiden should have known
Oh ye who stray so far from home
See a man mouth of foam
Oh silly corpse turned to stone
Sing in three a tale atone
Second heard a strained laced comb
Finally left all alone
Sing in three a tale atone
Last a child left on his own
Sent past an iron throne
Sing in three a tale atone
Lovers lost a quiet gnome
Son like mother all but grown
Oh ye who stray so far from home
Me who lay beneath the bone
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Very spooky 🙂