[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