Martin is a boy with problems.
Martin has a bad history.
Martin has too many nightmares.
in a fantasy
There's a dinger that he'll take to far
His morbid curiosity
He's seen too many creepy ghosts
He's read too many books
Martin sleeps with all the lights on
Martin's seen too many looks He lives out a strange obsession
He'll try hard to resist But Martin needs his strange obsession
To exist
Yeah!
Martin's too bad and far too brave To be a normal boy
There's something shiny in his eyes For things he'd like to say
Martin had a lot to let down Growing up in a mining town
Torches burning in the trees The shivering lust for blood
He's the star of many horror movies But deep inside he's good
There's an illness flowing through him That's as awful as time
And though he watches and he waits He knows he's not to blame The
space at the window The hurt under the bed Martin has hallucinations
Dreams that he's dead He finds the heartguards
It's funny how to keep control He knows it won't be long
And a tongue rolls over his dry lips And a voice lingers on
Martin Martin