live

i am a man who walks alone
and when i'm walking a dark road
at night or strolling through the park

when the light begins to change
i sometimes feel a little strange
a little anxious when it's dark

fear of the dark, fear of the dark
i have constant fear that something's always near
fear of the dark, fear of the dark
i have a phobia that someone's always there

have you run your fingers down the wall
and have you felt your neck skin crawl
when you're searching for the light?
sometimes when you're scared to take a look
at the corner of the room
you've sensed that something's watching you

have you ever been alone at night
thought you heard footsteps behind
and turned around and no one's there?
and as you quicken up your pace
you find it hard to look again
because you're sure there's someone there

watching horror films the night before
debating witches and folklores
the unknown troubles on your mind
maybe your mind is playing tricks
you sense, and suddenly eyes fix
on dancing shadows from behind

fear of the dark, fear of the dark
i have constant fear that something's always near
fear of the dark, fear of the dark
i have a phobia that someone's always there

when i'm walking a dark road
i am a man who walks alone
				

live

honey its getting close to midnight
and all the myths are in town
true love and lipstick on your linen
bite the pillow make no sound
if there's some living to be done
before your life becomes your tomb
you'd better know that i'm the one
so unchain your back door invite me around

honey its getting close to daybreadk
the sun is creeping in the sky
no patent remedies for heartache
just empty words and humble pie

so get down on your kneees honey
assume an attitude
you just pray that i'll be waiting
cos you know i'm coming soon

so pick up your foolish pride,no going back
no where,no way,no place to hide

bring your daughter,bring your daughter to the slaughter
let her go,let her go,let her go
				

live

i got the keys to view at number 22
behind my green door there's nothing to see
stone cold sober and sitting in silence,laid
back and looking for symphaty
i like a girl who knows where she's bound
i don't like girls who've been hanging around

chorus

hooks in you,hooks in me,hooks in the ceiling
for that well hung feeling
no big deal,no big sin,strung up on love i
got the hooks screwed in

chorus

she's tied up she can't come to the phone
you must have got your wires crossed cos she ain't home
knock on wood-you know i like that sound
she never could keep her feet on the ground

chorus

right on the money got it wrapped up tight
new ideas for the decor tonight
gonna make this house a preservation zone
gonna set her in concrete set her up on her own