Genie let out the bottle It is now the witching hour Genie let out the bottle It is now the witching hour Murderers you're murderers We are not the
in pitch dark i go walking in your landscape. broken branches trip me as i speak. just because you feel it doesnt mean it's there. just because you feel
are you hungry? are you sick? are you begging for a break? are you sweet? are you fresh? are you strung up by the wrists? we want the young blood
there's a gap in between there's a gap where we meet where i end and you begin and i'm sorry for us the dinosaurs roam the earth the sky turns green
Drag him out the window dragging out your dead singing i miss you snakes and ladders flip the lid out pops the cracker smacks you in the head knifes
Sit down, stand up Sit down, stand up Walk into the jaws of hell (sit down, stand up) Walk into the jaws of hell (sit down, stand up) Anytime (sit down