The Bog Where You Lurk

Music: "On the Street Where You Live"

I have often walked down this street before
But the pavement never quaked beneath my feet before
Then abruptly I'm shoulder-deep in slime
Now that I'm in the bog where you lurk.

Are there hungry trees in the heart of town?
Can you hear a bat in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour
Out of every sewer?
No, it's just in the bog where you lurk.

Bridge: And oh, the cowering feeling
Just to know somehow you are near;
That mind-devouring feeling
That any second you may suddenly appear!

People stop and stare, I don't really mind
For it's very nice down here and I am quite resigned
Let the eons fly
I don't care, if I
Can be here in the bog where you lurk.