The man who laughs,
smoking in the rain.
Dance with me, baby.
Coming through on wheels of fire.
Dancing on the graves.
Fair man, carry
in the boat of death.
Grim Reaper,
flying.
Coming through on wheels of fire.
Wheels of fire.
Dancing on the graves.
Wheels of time.
Smoking in the rain.
The man who laughs.
Gypsy gangster music.
Cup full of tears,
pressed down,
full and overflowing.
Guided by a signal of the heavens.
Just do it for the kicks,
the giggles and the smiles,
the laughs.
Why are you so serious?
It was all just to laugh it up.
Fist full of balloons,
rolling up in the ice cream truck.
Priest of Apollo,
Ophiuchus to the moon.
Wizard smoking like Satan's signal in the sky.
Let the light shine in,
cloud busting,
hail Satan.
Like a witch I fly,
maximum override,
maximum overdrive.
Coming through on wheels of fire.
Dancing on the graves.
Coming through on wheels of fire.
Dancing on the graves, baby.
Fair man, carry in the boat of death.
Grim Reaper, flying.
There's a time,
the man who laughs,
smoking in the rain.
Take you to the witch's kiddies bar.
Martina Pizzeria.
Run with the purple slither.
Witch slang.
Antonia Medea Babelina.
Leaving fangs in your skull.
These cats will jump on you on bikes.
My witches fly through the night.
Lions of Babylon, Siberian tigers.
Get you higher,
hijacking the signal near you.
Broadcasting from a device.
Black mirror in the night.
Protected from up on high by the goddess in the darkness.
Hail Hecate.
Chipping you off in the starlight.
Always fresh out of sight.
Digging a hole for someone you know.
Dancing in the graveyard.
Singing from a chapter in the most terrible of books.
Count Dracula, Bela Lugosi's dead.
But the witches brought him back to life with hot purple in his eyes.
It's alive.
Clubhouse of Frankenstein, baby.
Coming through on wheels of fire.
Dancing on the grave.
Coming through on wheels of fire.
Wheels of fire.
Wheels of fire, smoking in the rain.
Take you to the witch's kiddies bar, baby.
The man who laughs.
Coming through on wheels of fire.