"Wax Museum" genre: Leftfield
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	Step into the mad house...
	Credits: Baked in a Pi
	Story Behind the Song The song was based on the title which we thought would make a great song. Soon the bass was rumblin' and the lyrics just came. This version was recorded at our practice studio on a shitty tape deck. We cleaned it up the best we could. Enjoy! Lyrics There us was the four of we, Scared beyond the ninth degree and Starving for a glimpse of what's to come. Senses morphing, which is which? Pleasure ride but what's the hitch? Nonsense is the only thing I know. The Ring Master once said to me, "Green belongs to be smoked you see, the show begins in less than what you think!" So there us was the four of we, Baked in a Pi, we couldn't see a damn thing And that's when shit got fucked! Chorus: Wax Museum, here for your delight! Boys and girls, lining up tonight! One by one, they leave behind the light! Wax Museum, your daily dose of fright! Step into the mad house! Step into the house of fun! Kill the lights a small voice said, And into the room the darkness bled, Chills began to hustle up my spine. I didn't have to squint my eyes, The Greens had done their job just fine, But now the time had come for us to deek! "Hold your horses sonny boys, the show ain't over so make some noise and scream as loud as anyone could scream!" Knife in hand he took a swing, But if it weren't the damnedest thing, In doing so he cut of his own arm! Chorus:

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