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Vincent tried to talk but he just couldn't speak the years of isolation had made him quite weak So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen: "I'm possessed by this house and can never leave it again." His mother said, "You are NOT possessed and you are NOT almost dead These games you play are all in your head You are NOT Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy You're not tormented or insane, you're just a young boy You're seven years old, and you are my son I want you to get outside and have some real fun." Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall While Vincent backed slowly against the wall The room started to sway

One bomb, the whole block gone Can't find me children and dust covers the sun Everywhere is noise, panic and confusion But to some another fun day in Babylon I'm gonna bury my wife and dig up my gun My life is done so now I got to kill someone