♪ A seven foot frame Fingers crossed behind his back When he calls your name It all fades to black Yeah, he sees your dreams And feasts on your screams We don’t talk about TIO, no, no, no We don’t talk about TIO ♪
Strange version which has nothing to do with TIO: ♪ A seven-foot rAt Rats along his rAtS When he calls your rAtS It all fades to rAtS Yeah, he sees your rAtS Feasts on your R A T S We don’t talk about rAtS We don’t talk about rAtS ♪ help me
