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