I'm gonna get stabbed. The Baltic fleet oh are up my arse. No cavalry could ever save me. I'm gonna get stabbed. . You don't want to stab me. You don't want to stab me.
Winter blues, no love for you. Seasons change in a Gothic way. 10,000 lux to light us up. In these winter nights if I'm wandering all alone. . I'll turn on my S.A.D. light.