Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Demons crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y’all’s neighborhood
I’m your night prowler, asleep in the day
Night prowler, get outta my way
I’m the prowler, watch out tonight
Yes I’m your night prowler, when you turn out the light
Shame on the night
For places I’ve been and what I’ve seen
For giving me the strangest dreams
But you never let me know just what they mean
And oh oh, so shame on the night
We were running with the night
Playing in the shadows
Just you and I
'Til the morning light
We were running
Running with the night
I can see the lights in the distance
Trembling in the dark cloak of night
Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing
A waltz on All Souls Night
Figures of cornstalks bend in the shadows
Held up tall as the flames leap high
The Green Knight holds the holly bush
To mark where the old year passes by
As the moon climbs high o’er the dead oak tree
Spooks arrive for the midnight spree
Creepy creeps with eerie eyes
Start to shriek and harmonize
Grim Grinning Ghosts come out to socialize
[I just found out that the phrase “Grim Grinning Ghost” is originally from Shakespeare. Who knew?]
Look, he’s crawling up my wall
Black and hairy, very small
Now he’s up above my head
Hanging by a little thread
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Go now, you’ve been set free.
Another month or so you’ll be poisoning me
With your lovely smile.
I see you slither away with your skin and your tail,
Your flickering tongue and your rattling scales
Like a real reptile.
I saw a girl; she reminded me of you
she did the things that a girl like you might do
her body was green & she had two vicious jaws
she polished her mate as she kissed him with her claws
I’ll survive
it was on TV
she had six strong legs & it frightened me
she had insect eyes
but i could still see
that the look she gave him
you give to me
i feel like a praying mantis
And I really got hot
When I saw Janette Scott
Fight a Triffid that spits poison and kills
Poison ivy comes a creeping all around.
She’s pretty as a daisy.
But look out man she’s crazy.
She’ll really do you in
Took me to her crib that night, leather and spikes
Broke out the rope and the dope strobe-light
And started buggin’, lightin’ candles all over the room
Then she did a backflip, landed on my dick
I knew that I would be dead soon
This girl tried to kill me, she didn’t use a gun or a knife
This girl tried to kill me, took me within a inch of my life
Cut in two, that’s the kind of axe I’m grinding
(he was not perfect, nor had he ever claimed to be)
Cut in two, that’s the kind of sleep I’m getting
(enraptured, drifting) (all hail Mr. Sparks and toothpullers!)
Cut in two, that’s the kind of love I’m making
(reckon myself) (schoolmasters)
Cut in two, that’s the kind of life I’m having
(smoke from the distant chimneys)
Maybe we could last an hour
Maybe then we’d see right through
Always something breaking us in two
I can see clearly now the rain is gone.
I can see all obstacles in my way.
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind.
It’s gonna be a bright (bright)
bright (bright) sunshiny day.
Smokey rooms, minds out of tune
Lights go down on the time spent with you
Time moves into place, my memories fade
Is all I can see so true?
You treat me like a fool.
Memories press between the pages of my mind
Memories sweeten through the ages just like wine
See the curtains hangin’ in the window, in the evenin’ on a Friday night.
A little light a-shinin’ through the window, lets me know everything is alright.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind.
The night is calling, I have to go
The wolf is hungry, he runs the show
He’s licking his lips, he’s ready to win
On the hunt tonight for love at first sting
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane
The boat goes out, surrender yours
It could be any day
The fishermen shout, approaching storm
It’s just like yesterday
Sometimes I can’t tell what I’m doin’ here
Am I s’pposed to be a clown or a buccanneer
From the vaguest clue to the faintest idea
A Roman holiday