Ripped open by metal explosion
Caught in barbed wire
Fireball, bullet shock
Bayonet, electricity
Shrapnel, throbbing meat
Take weapons up and begin to kill
Watch the long, long armies drifting home
I smile when I’m sneaking through shadows by the wall
I laugh when I’m creeping, but you won’t hear me at all
All hear my warning
Never turn your back on the ripper
Bang, bang, Maxwell’s silver hammer
Came down upon her head
Do do do do do
Bang, bang, Maxwell’s silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead
Swung from a chandelier, my planet sweet on a silver salver
Bailed out my worst fears, 'cause man has to be his own savior
Blind sailors, imprisoned jailers
God tame us, no one to blame us
I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
I’m gonna live like tomorrow doesn’t exist, Like it doesn’t exist
I’m gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry
I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
I wish that I could fly into the sky
So very high just like a dragonfly
I’d fly above the trees
Over the seas in all degrees
To anywhere I please
Suspended under the twilight canopy
We’ll search the sky for a star to guide us
If by some chance you find yourself loving me
We’ll find a cloud to hide us, keep the moon beside us
Nobody found a trace of Missy
I’d be the last to tell them anyway
How could I ever, ever explain?
Now I hear “THEM” again, singing
Twilight symphony, twilight
Building castles in the air,
Whistling to the wind
As nature bows down her head,
See what tomorrow brings
Twilight time, dream with me awhile
Heavenly shades of night are falling, it’s twilight time
Out of the mist your voice is calling, it is twilight time
When purple colored curtains mark the end of day
I’ll hear you, my dear, at twilight time
Howl at the stars
Whisper when you’re sleepy
I’ll be there to hold you
I’ll be there to stop
The chills and all the weeping
The morning star
Riding the fires of the northern gold
I’ve searched the eye
I laugh under the weeping moon
Lost Northern star
Buried in sorrow
I’ll guard your mind
Let demons howl outside
My soul burns My soul burns
When the night wind howls in the chimney cowls, and the bat in the moonlight flies,
And inky clouds, like funeral shrouds, sail over the midnight skies –
When the footpads quail at the night-bird’s wail, and black dogs bay at the moon,
Then is the spectres’ holiday – then is the ghosts’ high-noon!
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
So what becomes of you my love
When they have finally stripped you of
The handbags and the gladrags
That your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy
Take my hand
Come back to the land
Where everything’s ours for a few hours
Let me see you stripped down to the bone
Now Suzanne takes your hand and she leads you to the river,
She is wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters,
And the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbor,
And she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers,
There are heroes in the seaweed, there are children in the morning,
They are leaning out for love and they will lean that way forever,
While Suzanne holds the mirror.
Down at the end, round by the corner
(Not right away, not right away)
(Aaa aaa aaa aaa)
Close to the edge, down by a river
(Not right away, not right away)
(Aaa aaa aaa aaa)
Gonna lay down my burden,
Down by the riverside,
Down by the riverside,
Down by the riverside.