A sleepwalker standing on marshy ground
They won't follow you to wake them up
These cycles on the old judge's bid
Won't tell him what he's getting up
Mummy and the ghost
Making a special toast
Drinking through Saturday He's lost on the salt stove
A man with no choice He didn't raise his voice
A carapage and lost the message on the way
Fighting the lion,
his executioner Making silver ribbons for the audience
A wasteland will be the only nest
For a bird who tries to fool the bros
He left down the road He stayed a bit too long
Small change could buy time And a prince in the magazine
She shall put on some weight People still think she's great
A carapage and lost the message on the way
He
left down the road
He stayed a bit too long
Drinking through Saturday He's lost on the salt stove
A man with no choice He didn't raise his voice
A carapage and lost the message on the way
An evil witch told him about the club He was so deserted,
searching for the perfect crime
He now had cats,
chumps,
donkeys,
bark And the bouncer is the first you stand in line