[spoken into] I am become death, creator of glue... [verse one] As this fellow melts before me, and the shrieks start to subside, as his flaccid corpse is churned up, a feeling does arise... Could I be feeling guilty? No way, it can't be true! For I have spent so many years, with fantasies of glue... Dreams of a better future, for a city filled with joy, the vision of a landscape, that good people can enjoy... The decision wasn't easy, a choice despised by a few, I worked so hard, convincing them, it's what we had to do. It was tough to get the sign off, though everybody knew, the world would be a better place, if I saw this mission through. But now this man is liquid, as he's whisked up into goop, a sickness has afflicted me, a feeling vague and new... Glue, Glue, Glue, Glue It's all I ever wanted... Glue, Glue, Glue, Glue It's what I had to do... G to the L to the U to the E My fantasy came true! [pace increases and vocals become more sinister] Push these feelings to the side, I'll do what I must do! One man is not enough, oh no, the streets they must be cleansed! I'll buckle up my big boy shoes until the bitter end! Hey you! Oh no you didn't, spit gum upon the road!? You too, are glue, you cretin... and all your comrades too! As weeks went by, we rounded up more, the broth of scum did brew! A scaled up operation, one cannot have too much glue! The deviance subsided, our town crept back to life, the citizens returned in droves and partied through the night! Some said the vibes were lacking, the atmosphere too calm... Til the glue man did come knocking... then they made no more sounds... [Sinister, creepy guitar solo]
