I'll Let You Know
The real owners of that house
Wherever they are they're still running
There's a man in that house now
By day he sleeps soundly you'll
Swear he's the harmless unarmed angel
The young girls in the neighborhood
Are pretty they like to experiment...
At dusk he sharpens his butterfly knives
Towards evening the wild partying starts
I'll let you know how it all operates
At night falls the interlude of the creepy
Interlude and at midnight comes the eerie
Blood curdling yells oh no no
In the morning he arranges the flowers with
The broad friendly smile on his priestly face
You would be swayed into confessing that he
Is kind hearted uncle Joe next door
I'll let you know Matamati
In the night begins the blood curdling yells
Your own daughter was reported missing
In action after the binge drinking some time ago
Who will go with you to check on what's been
Happening in that creepy eerie house?
God bless you on your never to be seen alive
Journey wolf's lair of the house of death
I pray for your orphans and your widow
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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