Song | Harvester of Eyes |
Artist | Blue Oyster Cult |
Album | Secret Treaties |
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 | |
My-my-my-my-my | |
My-my-my-my-my | |
My-my-my-my-my-my | |
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 |
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 | |
Mymymymymy | |
Mymymymymy | |
Mymymymymymy | |
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 |