What a crew we made up there was Faustus

Burnt out from playing too many bars, on a Jersey shore

And Sammy, almost bald from ironing her hair too much

Back in '64

And me and Phazon out of phase, of least my temporary

Name for the day

Oh, blown away and screaming

All blown away and screaming

All blown away and Screaming Thru December

We crossed state lines we were burning

Although the cold could freeze your hand, to the steel

Of the wheel

Miami, just a cold hearted word

From a warm smiling man on a sign in a field

We laughed just o take up some time my (hmmm) job

Was staring to dry, and we went Screaming Thru December

"Quasar, Quasar", where the first words I heard from Faustas

All day

And giggling he apologized and then returned to flicking

His blade

I sighed bleary-eyed, and tried to remember the way, as we

Went Screaming

A year does go by what a difference, twelve months can make when you're living a

hundred years in one

And Sammy, she went home and now she's living in a room with

A gun

Faustas ate glass for an appetizer, and bled all over his synthesizer

As he went Screaming

As he went Screaming

As he went Screaming Thru December