Lesson #200 Lyrics

Your baby's in the CIA

But you couldn't see her anyway

I'm already in quarantine

Not much has changed

Don't trust the FBI

Because they never have to sacrifice

I don't need it, you don't have to ask

We are all wearing masks, oh

You're going to die with your hair combed

With nowhere left to go

I had a dream on Halloween

I don't recall falling asleep, no

You're going to die with your hair combed

In fifty years, they'll find your bones

When combing through your ruined home

Send me back Dr. Jones

And show me

How to work my

I'll put on my head phones

And drown out the sound

Of people crying

The world is on fire

And I have nothing

To contribute at this time, no

You're going to die with your hair combed

With nowhere left to go

I had a dream of Halloween

I don't recall falling asleep

You're going to die with your hair combed

Gasping alone, your cover blown

Your telephone's your Svengali

When will you call on me

You're going to die with your hair combed

You're going to die with your hair combed

You're going to die with your hair combed