Nightmare in the Garten (Garten of Banban) - Rockit Music
Lyrics by:Russell McKamey
Composed by:Russell McKamey
Nightmare at the Garten
Knocking on doors nobody is answerin'
I see the heathens smiling back
They're the Banban demons
Demons ugly little heathens
Demons just another reason for me not to get blood on hands
Nightmare at the Garten
I'm the dream that you can't delete
Kids peeking at me they go trick or treat
Banban I'm the Boogie Man I don't leave
In the Garten I wait for you to sleep
Come knocking on my door
You'll hear my nails on wood
Hush now child you're in my hood
I skitter when the lights don't reach
Snapback spiders bite for free
My venom is blue like me
And I spin to winand it's you I seek
Sour like a patch grab anything you want
Eight-legged Nabnab I'll be here to haunt you
Nightmare at the Garten
Knocking on doors nobody is answerin'
I see the heathens smiling back
They're the Banban demons
Demons ugly little heathens
Demons just another reason for me not to get blood on hands
Nightmare at the Garten
Flumbo oh no
Step right up to the front row
Buffed out like I'm Arnold
'Cause I lift so hard I'm a freak show
So I'm blue here to stay I got used every way
I've been Banban bruised with these scars on my face
Banbaleena crunchin' skulls they got nowhere to go
This Garten's gonna be their home forever they don't know
I'm a sick witch demonic princess
Bloodshot eyes I'm the dark and the wicked
Nightmare at the Garten
Knocking on doors nobody is answerin'
I see the heathens smiling back
They're the Banban demons
Demons ugly little heathens
Demons just another reason for me not to get blood on hands
Nightmare at the Garten
Bitter giggle yes I wiggle in the middle
Tickle every riddle 'til your sanity goes pop-pop
Drip-drop givin' out only dread
I laugh in reverse when your heartbeat stops-stops
Lights go low when the moon turns red
I'm laughin' all the way 'til the very end
Syringeon the doctor of the dark
Cut-clean scenes never leave a scar
I write prescriptions to fever dreams
And that seems to be the fate of humanity's lost
I'll be on top
I'll be working on you 'til all your organs are gone
Nightmare at the Garten
Knocking on doors nobody is answerin'
I see the heathens smiling back
They're the Banban demons
Demons ugly little heathens
Demons just another reason for me not to get blood on hands
Nightmare at the Garten