[jazzyjackson]

Every jumbled pile of person has a thinking part that wonders What the part that isn't thinkin', isn't thinkin' of Should you worry when the skullhead is in front of you Or is it worse because it's always waiting Where your eyes don't go

Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering It's a nightmare that you'll never be discoverin' You're free to come and go, or talk like Kurtis Blow But there's a pair of eyes, in back of your head

Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms When you turn around to look it's gone behind you On its face it's wearin' your confused expression Where your eyes don't go