The radio’s playin’ some forgotten song;
Brenda Lee is comin’ on strong.
The road has got me hypnotized
And I’m speedin’ into a new sunrise
Because there’s no explaining what your imagination
Can make you see and feel
Seems like a dream
They got me hypnotized
When the dead come arising
You see their eyes, you’re hypnotized and
They eat your guts out
And now you’re the living dead
Stop hitching the monster man
It was a bad plan,
But i had to get to town
Unbitten,
But the way i found it was a hand came down
And pow,
I got illuminated
I see seven towers
But I only see one way out
You got to cry without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice
You know I took the poison
From the poison stream
Then I floated out of here
Singing ha la la la de day
Ain’t but one way out baby, Lord I just can’t go out the door
Ain’t but one way out baby, and Lord I just can’t go out the door
'Cause there’s a man down there, might be your man, I don’t know
They stabbed with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast…
666, the number of the beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released
Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly.
The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand.
And it’s–hey babe your supper’s waiting for you.
Hey my baby, don’t you know our love is true.
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
My baby does the hanky panky
(Oh I don’t believe it)
I saw her walking on down the line
You know I saw her for the very first time
A pretty little girl standing all alone
Hey, pretty baby, can I take you home
I never saw her, never ever saw her
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
Coming into Los An-ge-leez
Bringing in a couple of keys
Don’t touch my bags if you please
Mr. Customs Man
I’m sorry it went down like this
And someone had to lose
It’s the nature of the business
It’s the smuggler’s blues
It was reds and yellows and greens and browns
And scarlets and blacks and ochres and peachs
And rubys and olives and violets and fawns
And lilacs and golds and chocolates and mauves
And creams and crimsons and silvers and roses
And azures and lemons and russets and greys
And purples and whites and pinks and oranges
And reds and yellows and greens and browns
And scarlets and blacks and ochres and peachs
And rubys and olives and violets and fawns
And lilacs and golds and chocolates and mauves
And creams and crimsons and silvers and roses
And azures and lemons and russets and greys
And purples and whites and pinks and oranges
And blues
Got the blues for the '50s, miss the early '60s, too.
From the tip of my duck-tail to the toe of my blue suede shoes.
I check my look in the mirror.
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face.
Mirror in the bathroom
Please talk free
The door is locked
Just you and me
There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face
She pretended not to notice, she was caught up in the race
Bless these bones, bless this skin
All of me and the mess I’m in
Yeah the mess I’m in but I don’t care
Don’t know where I’ve been but I’ll get me there
Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine