Out of the frying pan into the fire,
Milwaukee caravan in grave danger,
They all said the owner was a liar
Only because he remained a stranger.
They never met him so how would they know?
Saw it in a paper or on the news,
Or some other great American show,
Where all the speakers tell you what to choose.
So they got him and they burned him alive,
They locked the doors and set it all alight.
No one could know he'd manage to survive,
And that he'd get them one by one at night.
Got rid of all the bodies in the lake,
Then disappeared like some strange ghostly snake.
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