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Plague of toads at my door
1000 eyes looking up from the floor
They follow the stars on the muddy moor
And the shutters flap like never before

I've been down to the crossroads the deal is getting worse
Than in any bible code or the
heavy metal curse
And the headless horseman heads a hell-bound hearse
Hacking, whipping, slipping souls into the Devil’s purse

Plague of toads at my door
Don’t want to see no toad no more
Out in the night of a red top storm
The presses crush like never before

Down at the crossroads the deal is even worse
Than in any bible code or any heavy metal curse
And the headless horseman heads a hell-bound hearse
Hacking , whipping, slipping souls into the Devil’s purse

Plague of toads at my door
1000 eyes looking up from the floor
Where will it end do you suppose?
This plague of toads

Wheresoever that coach was made to go
From the Dark lane to the Kingdom below
Whatever a man did scatter to sow
Nothing good did ever grow