The Collector - The Everly Brothers

And there's a centipede Naked in your bedroom Oh, and you swear to God The fucker's out to get you And I digress 'Cause I must make you the perfect morning I try my best To scoop the slugger out the window And there's a praying mantis Prancing on your bathtub And you swear it's a priest From a past life out to getcha And I digress 'Cause I must make you the perfect evening I try my best To put the priest inside a jam jar And there's a millipede Angry on your carpet Oh, and I must admit He's staring with a vengeance Oh, and I digress 'Cause I must make you the perfect morning And I try my best To prove that nothing's out to get you To prove that nothing's out to get you

Oh no you didn't You didn't just go there Keep pulling at the thread pretty soon you're gonna Unleash what's in here Oh no you didn't You didn't push me again I got a memory like an elephant honey, I never forget They call me the collector Cos they know I'm keeping tabs They call me the collector Cos they know I'm coming back Oh no you didn't You didn't just do that Keep tugging at the line pretty soon you're gonna Regret what you catch Oh no you didn't You didn't try that again I got a little book in my heart Where names like yours get written down in red They call me the collector Cos they know I'm keeping tabs They call me the collector Cos they know I never lose track And when the day comes honey To collect my rent money I'll be back I got everything you owe me etched into my soul Under these bruises and blood is an animal And the crevices you cut were so deep But now the dark, dark water's gathering They call me the collector Cos they know I'm keeping tabs They call me the collector Cos they know I'm coming back So if you think you're better I dare you fella Yeah, I dare you fella Find out why they call me the collector

I'm tired of saying That I won't get lost Ever again Who knows? maybe I will And everywhere I go There I'll be with a rusty old rake In a pile of leaves Oh my, truly daunting But my blue eyes cannot see That their real hue is probably green I should keep records of these things And I'll know what yesterday bring And I'm not really sure But I'm starting to think That I've been here before Who knows? maybe I have And everywhere I went There I was with a choir of bees They were all abuzz Oh my, how amusing But my blue eyes cannot see That their real hue is probably green I should keep records of these things And I'll know what yesterday bring But one time, there was this one time When I swore, god, she spoke to me And she told me, oh yes, she told me Of all the wonders that she could bring And I said, won't you? Won't you fill me up with it? Why don't you fill me up with it? Won't you fill me? Won't you? Won't you fill me up with it? Why don't you fill me up with it? Why don't you fill me? Won't you? Won't you fill me up with it? Why don't you fill me up with it? Why don't you fill me up? But my blue eyes cannot see That their real hue is probably green I will keep records of these things And I'll know what yesterday bring I am always here with me And I'll know what yesterday bring

Don't want your love any more Don't want your kisses, that's for sure I die each time I hear this sound Here he comes, that's Cathy's clown I've got to stand tall You know a man can't crawl For when he knows you're telling lies And hears 'em passing by He's not a man at all Don't want your love any more Don't want your kisses, that's for sure I die each time I hear this sound Here he comes, that's Cathy's clown When you see me shed a tear And you know that it's sincere Don't you think it's kind of sad That you're treating me so bad? Or don't you even care? Don't want your love any more Don't want your kisses, that's for sure I die each time I hear this sound Here he comes, that's Cathy's clown That's Cathy's clown, that's Cathy's clown