Death Box

It is very rude of you to stare Darling why are you so damn scared? Come on take a peek if you dare Inside the depths of my death box Don't worry young one I will not bite Tell me why you're trying to fight We'll find the solution tonight Inside the depths of my death box My dear you're severely injured A floating corpse in the mixture There's no way that I can fix ya That's why they call me the death box By Glenn McCrary © 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)