strange dreams
Mr. Morgan
I'm in fear
Now how did you get yourself here
Mr. Morgan
I'm in fear
Now how did you get yourself here
It's time for us to run away
You know a lot about geography
Don't want to tell anyboday
Where we're going
Ay, it's your holiday
It's a good deal
These beans are a steal
Ay, it's your holiday
This sacred lunchbox
Will make you okay
Today
Run away from the SCPs
Into the ghetto
We see a nice lovely man
That's not a man
Mr. Morgan
I'm in fear
We gotta get ourselves outta here
Mr. Morgan
I'm in fear
We gotta get ourselves outta here
Mr. Morgan
I'm in fear
We gotta get ourselves outta here
Mr. Morgan
I'm in fear
We gotta get ourselves outta here
Bullets full of lead
Pierce right through Morgan's head
Now don't mess with my house again he said
I won't, I dread
I know what my grandparents were worried about
They were worried about me
I see now
When they were so quiet
It's Christmas, of course
Try and get me now, SCP-196