Sitting up late at night

I tiptoe through the darkness

Cold as hell black as spades

Aware of my immediate surrounding

In my place I escape

Up into my hideout

Hiding from everyone

My friends all say

Dave you're mental any way hey!

Drift into a deeper state

I stalk the cobwebbed stairways

Dirt grits beneath my feet

The stair creaks, I precariously sneak



Hypnosis guides my hand

I slipslide through the walkways

Sit in granny's rockin' chair

Memories are whirling by yeah

Reminisce in the attic

Lucretia waits impatiently

Cobwebs make me squint

The cobra so eloquently glints

Moonbeams surge through the sky

The crystal ball's energized

Surely that like the cat waiting

Lucretia rocks away