DEAD WEREWOLF SKELETON A survey was taken And it was decided A vote would be taken And it would decide What to do with the skeleton Dead werewolf skeleton Come bak to life as A skeleton man An ex-werewolf skeleton A once-werewolf skeleton Come back to life as a skeleton man No one knows where he came from Or came back to life from Or quite what he died from Or any of those Things that you know about People you know, although Someone might know him But nobody knows What to do with the skeleton Dead werewolf skeleton Come back to life as A skeleton man An unwanted felon, one Dead werewolf skeleton Saying, “I’m staying, “I’m Skeleton Man.” Walking down first street playing his rib cage Walking down church street playing his skull Walking down third street clicking his heel bones Silver bullet in his eye What became of the skeleton Sideshow freak skeleton Placed on display in the gelatin store? Well his fangs went away And our friend’s here to stay He’s the indelible skeletal Neighborhood skeleton grin man.

MAKE THE GRIM REAPER SMILE Had an uncle who lived in a trailer He survived his liver failure Once I asked him how he ever got through His stunt man days and the lava he fell into. He smiled with his ancient face and said “Son, “It’s a secret, it’s a secret to everyone. “There’s a guy in black with a scythe who’ll hack “Your soul, use my trick and don’t pay that toll.” “Death’s coming for you. “But here’s what you can do.” “You can make the Grim Reaper smile “You can push up his cheeks, you can tickle him ‘til you defile his style “You can make him smile. “And if you do, he won’t be coming for you for a while.” “It’s not chess or a game where you guess “It’s a simpler test, can you make him smile no or yes? “If so you can go on living for that extra mile. “You can make the Grim Reaper smile.” On the day we bury my uncle I have a doubt That he was right Though I know I’ll find out. On the subway from the service I noticed I’m followed By a guy and I grow nervous Cuz his eyes are hollow. Hope he gets off at the next street. Hope that thing’s for harvesting wheat. He points and my heart stops beating. I fall to my knees I’m frail. He glares and my soul starts bleeding From my body as my skin grows pale. I’m caught in his dead expression. I’ve grown too weak to shout. I’ve learned my final lesson. That evening I find out that Every living person’s days are numbered. Everybody takes a final breath. We’re all heading for an endless slumber. Everybody’s got a date with death But you can make the Grim Reaper smile You can push up his cheeks you can tickle him 'til you defile his style You can put him on trial you can re-tune his dial You can make the Grim Reaper smile You can pull the Grim Reaper’s leg You can pelt him with eggs. Watch as the Grim Reaper begs You can slap the Grim Reaper’s face You can breathe in space Steal his sickle and make him make chase You can make the Grim Reaper dance You can pull down his pants Hurt his feelings with off-color chants You can call the Grim Reaper names You can walk through flames Drink tsunamis and get with his dames You can make the Grim Reaper twitch You can make him your bitch You can sell him to science, get rich You can make the Grim Reaper cry You can make him scream “Why?!” When you step off a cliff you can fly You can fly You can make the Grim Reaper die.

IT’S GREAT TO BE A MONSTER It’s great to be a monster A monster who eats people They think they’ll pass by overhead They wind up in my mouth instead It’s great to be a monster Leaving beneath the bridge I’ve got human parts in my Stolen fridge Scientists try to prove me I won’t let them prove a thing I chomp off each finger And spit out each ring It’s great to be a monster A monster who eats children And old women as they quilt Without a single ounce of guilt It’s great to be a monster Which no one can dispute It’s great to be a monster Or in my case A man In a monster suit

URBAN BEAST Mr. Jones had an apartment with a view perhaps of you In this city full of secrets who can tell which ones are true? Every morning busy people bustled by his boulevard Through his window like a peephole he could watch them work hard. Mr. Jones was tackled By a guy dressed as a bear. Now is he the guy Who has to dress up like the bear? Hunting round for people So he can force them to wear The thing he has to dress in So he will look like a bear? City lights flash for some reason In each window someone’s sneezing Something we all share Of which we’re unaware. In the marketplace I notice sitting on a manhole Is a turtle people pass it but no one gives it regard The man who claims to own it says he heard a fakey growling And saw what he thought was a mascot though he did not look hard. Is this a connection? Is this man a lead? Is he not at home because he’s hunting through the streets? What would make him wander And not take it off? Why would anybody Want to don the costume cloth? Certain things in life are timeless Certain cycles can’t be broken If your’e just a myth Then why do you exist? Teeth. Claws Eyes Eyeholes Tromping routes defined By those inside like Jones or Turtle Guy or Who’s next? Who knows One thing’s certain These things in life are timeless Something we all share Of which we’re unaware So beware the bear Or else you’ll wear the bear.