Something's In The Bag Lyrics

Something's in the bag
Something's in the bag
Something's in the bag 

The parking lot
The air was hot
I heard a sound
From the ground
I turned around 

Something's in the bag (mommy) 

I came up slow
I had to know
A garbled quack 
The squirming sack
No turning back 

It was alive
It looked right through me
I could feel the veins on my neck
Begin to pulsate and throb
Like a secretary pounding out
A hundred and fifty words per minute
On an IBM electric typewriter 

I gasped for breath
I fell to my knees
I was powerless in its presence
How can I describe what I saw
I can't 

Something's in the bag (mommy)
The screeching wheel
Horrendous squeal
I had to see
Could it still be
I looked inside
Softly it cried 

Something's in the bag (mommy) 

Yeah. 

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