Из альбома: Western Medicine
Fats Waller on my stereo raisin' hell
And the TV's got the sound turned down but I see William Powell
And he's got Myrna Loy in a fond embrace
And I know she's not acting by the smile on her face
The undead The undead They fill my head
Bix Beiderbecke stayed high as long as he could score
He wanted to play less cornet but the fans wanted more
So he hid away in a cheap motel
And he played his piano in both heaven and in hell
The undead The undead They keep me fed
James Whale would not hide the fact that he liked boys
He worked at Universal in the 30s making noise
Horror films with black humor and grace
And when he checked himself out he left a note behind in case...we might forget