Heed the darksome maid A murky presage roaming the land To silence the skylarks chant The somber kiss is at hand To impart the crimson robe Dancing across this equinox To relegate persistence As the bleak darkness grows A cryptal impellent, devoted to

How much difference does it make? How much difference? I will light the match this morning so I won't be alone Watch as she lies silent For soon light will be gone Oh I will stand arms outstretched pretend I'm free to roam Oh I will make my way through

Please, celebrate me home, Give me a number, Please, celebrate me home Play me one more song, Celebrate, celebrate Well I'm finally here, But I'm bound to roam, Come on celebrate me home That I'll always remember,

Listen to them, children of the night, what music they make Paint your face, tonight we terrorize this town, Coffin case, we gather, our time is now. Ten thirty-one, we roam the streets in thirst for blood, It all begins, with you, with your life We are

Wasting your time Well, I'm a waste like you With nothing else to do May I waste your time, too? May I waste your time, too? So why are you alone? When you could be with me Roaming 'round your house No obligation, just

Ready to sing My sixth sense peacefully place on my breath And listening My ears know that my eyes are closed Flickering I roam Buzz surrounds Closed eyed sky wide open Unlimited girl unlimited sigh As advertised

Ready to sing My sixth sense peacefully place on my breath And listening My ears know that my eyes are closed Flickering I roam Buzz surrounds Closed eyed sky wide open Unlimited girl unlimited sigh As advertised

God, will you lead me where I roam? Take the devil Open up your eyes Take the devil from your mind He's been holding on to you And you're so hard to find The wind outside is cold Restless feeling in my soul Tempting me to get away But there's no place a

Never going to get to France. Walking on foreign ground, Like a shadow, Roaming in far off Over your shoulder, Stories unfold, you're Searching for sanctuary. You know you're Never going to....

It's a hell of a feeling though Alright, alright, it's a hell of a feeling though Alright, alright Champagne, cocaine, gasoline And most things in between I roam the city in a shopping cart A pack of camels and a smoke alarm This night is heating up