Oh Lord, I heard a knocking
a rapping at my front door.
	Who could it be?
	 Let us see
this pounding at my front door.
	Why don't they see
	 I'm busy?
a tapping at my front door

we have already got some!

Oh dear, my heart is breaking
it's pounding and beating it's
thumping, bumping, ticking and
tocking, rolling, rocking, it's
bleeding and aching--breaking,

and tapping at my front Door

Who is this drummer--
this drummer who calls the march?
Who are these skel'tons--
these bones rattling faces,
grinning, wandering, marching,
meandering and plodding?
Who are these skel'tons?

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