Zane McGlathery - Hobgoblin

Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
She's lying there
Just like she's dead
And there's a little man
Laughing above her head
Well, he's gleeful
While she's in pain
The darkness hides the blood that's gone down the drain
As always the horse sits and stares
He's there, but no one really cares
He's staring with white eyes through the gloom
She's dying, like any old afternoon
He's a hobgoblin
A hobgoblin
A hobgoblin
A hobgoblin
A hobgoblin
A hobgoblin
A hobgoblin
A hob-hobgoblin
A hobgob-a-lin
A hobgob-a-lin
A hobgoblin
A hob-hobgoblin
Hobgoblin
Hobgoblin
Hob-hobgoblin
A hobgoblin
A hob-hobgoblin
Hahahahaha

Written by:
Zane Franz

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