Из альбома: Psycholula
When the night is coming down
Getting dark all over town.
Everybody's gonna sleep
Not a soul upon the street.
When the night is coming down evil people get to town.
People walk along the streets,
Ugly mugs with bloody lips.
Skinny hands with awful knives,
Rotting teeth and spiteful eyes.
Penetraiting through the windows percolating through the doorchinks.
Have you ever had a nightmare, man,
That's what evil people do.
Are you going into bad?
Don't forget they may come to you
Every evening I can see'em till they get to someone's dream.
To the dream.
To the dream.
Gonna tell you where they dwell
Evil people come from hell.
Souls of sinners who had died
Are going out every night.
Have fun just tormenting you toss and turn you all night through.
Be afraid of being scared,
Most of all they like your fear.
They will eat it like a pie
And you'll be growing terrified,
And if you will to much dread you may simply wake up mad.
Wake up mad.
Wake up mad.