Bibbity-Bobbity

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who’s the most deranged of all

Slavery must be coming back

Cause I can’t even pray aloud

Talk to me, clouds

I think I got your point

About flappin’ windows and things

But isn’t your mouth doing the same?

Got a message?

Spit it out

My time is different than yours

I might be wrong but you’re not right

Bibbity-bobbity

He’s wearing my clothes

And he operates in daytime

Tried talking to him but

There was someone else there

A grandfather, an heir, who knows

Please shut up your flesh

And seep into my bone

Home is where the love is

So I guess I’m a vagrant

Mirror Mirror on the wall

What’s the strangest planet of all

Slavery must be coming back

Cause no one stands out in a crowd

Rain on us, clouds


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