Finely stricken
Ghostly visions
Tear the night
You're so hung up on this idea of fright
Uncanny specter leads the right of way
You're goddamned, relieved, in the dark entry way
When I met you, you were a teenage goo-goo muck
Oh but these days
Shit out of luck
But so hard to live with this time around
Deep underground with you
Oh, me and that dog I found
Dreaming of the ground
Stalking frozen passages and upsidedown
Of course you'd never manage to leave that town
Cant expect these things right away
And manage to live another day
It don't mean Mr. Moonlight's alive
Oh it feels like a kick in the eye
But lately it feels like the sky's gone out
Walking around here
Truth, and all of those things I know
Atonin Artaud
Tried to sing Bela Lugosi's dead
But all the blood was rushing to my head
She's in parties in the underground
Chasing after, maybe upsidedown
I've been so mindful of the gap
I'm probably in need of a nap