Stumble on to the pavement; they're strapped tight to bed They've got a fetish for sheep, straitjacket sheets But I've got Randy Newman in my head This is no corn-fed day, it's gloomy, blue, and cold So let the muggings occur, I feel secure They say that I'm peculiar
But oh I don't know, I don't care I'll be waiting for you there Crave this chill, bathe in black All the ghouls and fiends attack Knees go weak, and I swoon, underneath the pallid moon Praise the night, and praise the night The only time I feel alright
Under the sun gods stare, I wince and blossom hives Counting the fractions of day, rotting away As businessmen just drink away their eyes But when the stars once shy, come bloom and blanket earth I feel beloved and blessed, quite Byron-esque The need to just get off my chest that, oh
I don't know I don't care I'll be waiting for you there Crave this chill, bathe in black All the ghouls and fiends attack Eyes erupt, and I swoon, underneath the pallid moon Praise the night, and praise the night The only time I feel alright
I don't know I don't care I'll be waiting for you there Crave this chill, bathe in black All the ghouls and fiends attack Head combusts, and I swoon, underneath the pallid moon Praise the night, and praise the night The only time I feel alrightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
