Something's in the bag
Something's in the bag
Something's in the bag
(Mommy?)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy?)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy, mommy?)
The parking lot
The air was hot
I heard a sound
From the ground
I turned around
Something's in the bag
Something's in the bag
(Mommy, mommy?)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy?)
Something's in the bag
(Mooommmmy?)
Something's in the bag
Mooommmmy
I came up slow
I had to know
A garbled crack
The squirming sack
No turning back
(spoken)
It was alive. It looked like glue. I could feel the veins on my head 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.
(screamed)
How can I describe what I saw?
I can't.
Something's in the bag
(Mommy?)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy, mommy?)
Something's in the bag
(Mooommmmy?)
The screeching wheel
Horrendous squeal
I had to see
Could it still be
I looked inside
Softly it cried
(Mommy!)
(Mommy!)
(Mommy!)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy!)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy!)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy!)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy!)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy! Mommy!)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy!Mommy!)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy!)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy, mommy, mommy...)
Something's in the bag
Something's in the bag
Something's in the bag
(Mommy)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy)
Something's in the bag
Mommy
Yeaaahhhh....
Something's in the bag
Something's in the bag
(Mommy?)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy?)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy, mommy?)
The parking lot
The air was hot
I heard a sound
From the ground
I turned around
Something's in the bag
Something's in the bag
(Mommy, mommy?)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy?)
Something's in the bag
(Mooommmmy?)
Something's in the bag
Mooommmmy
I came up slow
I had to know
A garbled crack
The squirming sack
No turning back
(spoken)
It was alive. It looked like glue. I could feel the veins on my head 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.
(screamed)
How can I describe what I saw?
I can't.
Something's in the bag
(Mommy?)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy, mommy?)
Something's in the bag
(Mooommmmy?)
The screeching wheel
Horrendous squeal
I had to see
Could it still be
I looked inside
Softly it cried
(Mommy!)
(Mommy!)
(Mommy!)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy!)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy!)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy!)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy!)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy! Mommy!)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy!Mommy!)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy!)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy, mommy, mommy...)
Something's in the bag
Something's in the bag
Something's in the bag
(Mommy)
Something's in the bag
(Mommy)
Something's in the bag
Mommy
Yeaaahhhh....