Harvester of Eyes

Harvester of eyes, that's me

And I see all there is to see

When I look inside your head

Right up front to the back of your skull

Well that's my sign that you are dead

My list for you checks off as null

I'm the harvester of eyes

I'm the eyeman of tv

With my ocular tb

I need all the peepers I can find

Inside the barn where you find the hay

Just last week I took a ride

So high on eyes I almost lost my way

I'm the harvester of eyes

Harvester of eyes, that's me harvester of eyes

And I see all there is to see harvester of eyes

When I look inside your head harvester of eyes

Right up front to the back of your skull harvester of eyes

Harvester of eyes

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I'm the harvester of eyes

I'm just walkin' down the street

I see a garbage can, I pick it up

I look through all the garbage

To see if there are any eyes inside

I'll put 'em in my pink leather bag

And take all their eye balls

And I bleed with 'em

As I plead with their eyes all night

So if you see me walkin' down the street

You'd better get out of the way

And put on your eye glasses

'cause I'm gonna take your eyes home with me