But if you want the answers, From a post up high, From where you see the ships afar, From a well trained eye, The waves all keep on crashing by, If you are the light post, Then you own the working class, You better give a piece of ass,

She said come over to the dark side She got me walking on a thin line She crawled all up in my mind Come over to the dark side The taste of her lips, the curse of the kiss The wave of her hips Black magic hypnotized Magnetic feelings pull me deeper