Going back in time. To another world. Gonna find that place. I'm gonna find that girl. . Don't wanna a hippy chick. Or disco queen. 'Just want the girl.
Well I met her at the Trocadero, in Philly. Backstage at the Bloohound show. She said, she was from Cherry Hill, Cherry Hill. Through lips like cherries in the snow.
Nervous breakdown, come take me away. Nervous breakdown, cafeteria today. I fell down on the floor, oh God I spilled my milk. Someone pull up my pants I think I need some help.
Fundamental difference, trying to define. One man's laughter is another woman's cry. Sentimental reasons never spoken for. Victory or fall. . Sentimental difference, writings on a wall.
Here is my story. A little sad of soul, a little weary. Maybe I am that, will nobody love me?. Is an empty heart and a conscience all I have?. . If I die tonight, if I give up the fight.
Yeah. All the ladies on the floor. Damn right. . I hate the fact that you know. I hate the fact that you know. (Why). I hate the fact that you know that everywhere you go.
Fear me. Or hate me. Love me or save me. It doesnt make a difference. Im here for one until its done. One mind. One path. Ticking like the mechanical.
Strip me naked and put me outside. Strip me naked and put me out the pasture. Multitask could keep your head above the water. Smell of any money keeps the wolves from the door.
Some voice has called me. Blew away my mind. Some people warned me. I think they're blind. . I travel through peculiar places. Listen to the rythm of the storm.
Can't tell you why I feel what I feel. Can't tell you why think what I think. I feel the rage in my hands, the need to kill. I see the cage that keeps me, makes me so ill.
Take my hand,. I heard you say. Depend on me.. . Close your eyes,. I'll lead the way. Don't disagree.. . I've tried so hard. To make this happen. I've lost myself.
Written by Baker Knight. Peak chart position # 6 in 1959. CHORUS. There'll never be anyone else but you for me. Never ever be, just couldn't be, anyone else but you.
Weird things happen. Around twelve o'clock at night. Screaming voices, creepy sounds. Scary shadows in the pale moonlight. . The curtains are shaking.
I'm in a deep deep sleep. And theres trouble dressed in white. She kisses me and tells me "Im your friend.". I'm in a deep deep sleep. And she wants to use my body as a scientific experiment.
I woke up, by the sound of screaming. In my face, virgin blood is streaming. Smell of death dying out around me. Pure and with grace. the victim has been bled and i'm back alive.
Travelling through the desert of a billion empty minds. Human race has fallen asleep, but I woke up in time. I will show you something that you've never seen before.
Left all alone in these fields of dust and death. Stones bricks & bones here. Can only hear my breathe. Black fields of death not a soul is left around.
dead, numb and blind. travelling with no purpose, longing for the outside. through a black hole mind. can't wait to leave dead tissue and head for that bright light.