[D. Wayne / K. Vanderhoof / C. Wells / K. Arrington] Stick your fingers in the eyes of night Rip open the Belly of Death Now you'll see What is real Tear down the image of youth all around Steal the dreams from their minds And you'll be All their lies Can it be what you're taught to believe It's nothing more than your mind can conceive He's out there waiting, he's waiting for you The psycho is ready to kill Well you're a mean one, a bloody bastard son You don't care what they say or what they do It matters not to you You've been warned not to set foot after dark You think it's all just for fun But there's no setting sun Can it be what you're taught to believe It's nothing more than your mind can conceive He's out there waiting, he's waiting for you The psycho is ready to kill One way all the time You can't seem to get it right You never see the tunnel Or the light Spend a million just to say You're hip You got to find a way To get the thrill of your life Trip the lights Trip the light fantastic Party and you'll die Someday you will die 3 am and you feel that twitch again For a walk in the park It's getting late Slip through the gate The psycho jumps out from behind Sticks his knife in your throat And you die
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