Oscar The Grouch کے بول

i slither through the streets through all the alleys i creep people staring everywhere laughing at my mocking stare i'm walking all around i don't know up or down i need to find my ground medusa's in your hair black fire everywhere poison sets you free but keep it away from me everybody knows what's right try to force me with their might what can i do now to dissuade this ain't the world i would have made