In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the jungle of doubt
To a river so deep
I know I’m searching for something
Something so undefined
That it can only be seen
By the eyes of the blind
In the middle of the night
But in the middle of the night,
He steals through your garden,
Gives your hosiery a fright,
And doesn’t say pardon.
As soft as a breeze,
With an arm full of underwear,
On his hands and knees,
Dreams about the knicker scare.
Look out, look out, look out for Jimmy Valentine
For he’s a pal of mine
A sentimental crook with a touch that lingers
In his sandpapered fingers
He can find the combination of your pocketbook
Is your figure less than Greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to Speak
Are you smart?
But don’t change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine stay
Each day is valentines day.
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle
Hobbes was fond of his dram
And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart
“I drink, therefore I am”
Yes, Socrates, himself, is particularly missed
A lovely little thinker
But a bugger when he’s pissed
There once lived a man named Oedipus Rex
You may have heard about his odd complex
His name appears in Freud’s Index 'cause he
Loved his mother!
Kids are different today
I hear every mother say
Mother needs something today
Swallow it down (what a jagged little pill)
It feels so good (swimming in your stomach)
Wait until the dust settles
And the joke has crossed the line
And the final word is mine
And the mist has touched the wood
And the words are understood
And the sand has drifted high
And the blind man gave a cry
And the swallows dance above the sun
And the swallows dance above the sun
Yeah
I understand you’ve been running from the man
Who goes by the name of the Sandman.
He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye
Of a hurricane that’s abandoned.
Hush little baby, don’t say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It’s just the beasts under your bed
In your closet, in your head
Exit light, enter night
Grain of sand
Exit light, enter night
Take my hand
We’re off to never never land
I’ve been thinking about you
I hope that you’ve been thinking about me
I’ve been talking about you
I’ve been talking about you in my sleep
And when I dream, I dream about you
And when I scream, I scream about you
I go ba ba ba ba oh oh
Bom ba ba bom ba bom ba bom bom
ba ba bom ba ba bom ba ba dang a dang dang
Ba ba ding a dong ding
Blue moon moon blue moon dip di dip di dip
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the street lamp sputters
And soon it will be morning
Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you’ll take me
Up in your arms
Too late to beg you or cancel it
Though I know it must be the killing time
Unwillingly mine
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
People tell me it’s a crime
To feel too much at any one time.
All it cost me was a dime, but the bells refuse to ring.
He was born in spring, but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate
Ten cents a dance, pansies and rough guys, tough guys who tear my gown.
Seven to midnight I hear drums, loudly the saxophone blows,
Trumpets are tearing my ear-drums, customers crush my toes.
Sometimes I think, I’ve found my hero
But it’s a queer romance
666 is no longer alone
He’s getting out the marrow in your back bone
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll
Gonna blow right down inside your soul
Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon
In blood, he’s writing the lyrics of a brand new tune
The night was black, was no use holding back
'Cause I just had to see, was someone watching me
In the mist dark figures move and twist
Was all this for real, or just some kind of hell?
666 the number of the beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released
Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
As they start to cry hands held to the sky
In the night the fires burning bright
The ritual has begun Satan’s work is done
666 the number of the Beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight