Stick your fingers in the eyes of night
Rip
open the belly of Death
And you'll see
What is real
Tear down the image
of youth all around
Steal the dreams fromm
their minds
And you'll be
All their
lies
CHORUS
Can it be what
you're thought to believe
It's nothing
more than your mind can conceive
He's out
there waiting for you
The psycho is ready
to kill
Well you're a mean one a
bloody bastard son
You think its all just
for fun
But there's no setting sun
CHORUS
One way all the time
You can seem to get it right
You never
see the tunnel
Or the light
Spend a million just to say
You're hip
You got to find a way
To get the
thrill of your life
Trip the light
Trip the light fantastic
Party and
you'll die
Someday you will die
3:am you feel that twitch again
For a walk in the park
It's getting late
Slip through the gate
The psycho
jumps out from behind
Sticks his knife in
your
Throat and you die
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