Horror Story Excerpt

This place, so strange and unreal...the air is constantly moving and shifting and the light is far too bright. The people are staring; I don't belong here. I want to go back. Leave this place and never return. I am forced to come here, to endure this day after day. And yet it is always unfamiliar. Always foreign. Always hell.

- from Anastasia's Tales of Going Outside

Song 5: Little Lying Man

(To the tune of Little Lion Man)

Weep for yourself, my man,
You'll never be living here again
Weep, little lying man,
You're not as sly as you were at the start
Caught you steal and caught you lie
Take all the stuff that you have left

Get the hell out of here and don’t come back or I’ll take off your head

But it was not your booze but mine

Oh yes, you stepped quite out of line

You’re really moving out this time

Don’t you touch my beer

Don’t you touch my beer

Tremble for yourself, my man,

You know that I have caught you steal before
Tremble, little lying man,
I’ll be changing the lock upon my door
Your face isn’t wanted in this place,
Your stupid mess has made this home a wreck
Now leave from this house or else spend your days worrying for your neck

But it was not your booze but mine

Oh yes, you stepped quite out of line

You’re really moving out this time

Don’t you touch my beer

But it was not your booze but mine

Oh yes, you stepped quite out of line

You’re really moving out this time

Don’t you touch my beer

Don’t you touch my beer

[harmonizing]

But it was not your booze but mine

Oh yes, you stepped quite out of line

You’re really moving out this time

Don’t you touch my beer

But it was not your booze but mine

Oh yes, you stepped quite out of line

You’re really moving out this time

Don’t you touch my beer

Don’t you touch my beer