Harvester of Eyes that’s me   And I see all there is to see   When I look inside your head   Right up front to the back of your skull      Well that’s my sign that you are dead   My list for you checks off as null   I’m the Harvester of Eyes      I’m the eyeman of TV   With my ocular TB   I need all the peepers I can find   Inside the barn where you find the hay      Just last week I took a ride   So high on eyes I almost lost my way   I’m the Harvester of Eyes      Harvester of Eyes that’s me Harvester of Eyes   And I see all there is to see Harvester of Eyes   When I look inside your head Harvester of Eyes   Right up front to the back of your skull Harvester of Eyes      Harvester of Eyes   Harvester of Eyes   Harvester of Eyes   Harvester of Eyes      My-my-my-my-my-my   My-my-my-my-my-my   My-my-my-my-my-my-my   I’m the harvester of eyes   I’m just walkin’ around down the street   I see a garbage can, I pick it up   I look through all the garbage   To see if there are any eyes inside   I’ll put ’em in my pink leather bag   And take all their eye balls   And I bleed with ’em   As I plead with their eyes all night   So if you see me walkin’ down the street   You’d better get out of the way   And put on your eye glasses   ’Cause I’m gonna take your eyes home with me