A brief look through the eyes of Scotland's very own tribe of
cannibalistic murderers: the Bean family.
lyrics
Wheels creak under the burden
Of a cargo best left unnamed
Horses whipped into a frenzy
For those who give chase musn't gain
Luna looks down upon their pursuit
With a pale yellow eye
From the village we run, back to the cave
Where our hungry family lies
Yes, we've brought home dinner
from our midnight
midnight carriage ride
Some mistake us for highwaymen
Others mark us common thieves
The truth of it is, we're forty-eight
Hungry mouths to feed
We're creatures are taste, if not wealth
And those tastes are the great divide
Between those who share our happy home
And you frightening strangers outside
We daren't travel among you
save our midnight
midnight carriage ride
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