╔═════════════════════════╗ ♫ Join our AI Music Discord ♫ https://discord.gg/viibr Connect • Create • Collaborate • Inspire ╚═════════════════════════╝ I saw one yesterday. Right there in my garden. He’s not a man. It's not a pickle either. He or it is something in between. And the thing was leaning, leaning by the door. It had escaped it's jar. I was laying on the floor. Popping up everywhere. Creepy pale pickles! They're coming through the walls. Creepy pale pickles! They're six feet tall. Creepy pale pickles! Creepy pale pickles! I grabbed my friend, my friend Mike Rotch. We sat around the kitchen, talking politics. Gary said the government, was turning people into sticks. Then I see them. Spitting out phlegm. Leaning in the rain, fucking driving me insane. Popping up everywhere. Creepy pale pickles! They're coming through the walls. Creepy pale pickles! They're nine feet tall. Creepy pale pickles! Creepy pale pickles! They speak non words. They eat all birds. They listen through the turds. They will come in herds. Popping up everywhere. Creepy pale pickles! They're coming through the walls. Creepy pale pickles! They're big feet tall. Oh god creepy pale pickles! Bloody creepy pale pickles!
