It coulda been a perfect night My girlfriend, sister, friends and I Drove out to a cabin in the sticks Now with all 4 dismembered How this evening to remember Became a night that I'd Give my right arm to forget Oh she wanted my fresh soul In the fruit cellar To leave me Dead By Dawn I couldn't let her I had to self-inflict a wound Single handed, brokenhearted My dear Linda now discarded I wondered if we'd be together soon Why, why did he have to touch that book that he found? It occurs to me that some things are better Left in the ground That's cause Linda told me "We are the things that were and will be again Don't try nothin stupid, boy we got your girlfriend Won't you give up and join us? Be logical, man If you can't make your mind up, we can lend you a hand..."