23 years under a bad sign,
It's getting harder and harder to believe my own eyes,
But I feel it rumbling from the streets to peaks,
You tell me what you know, I'll show you what I've seen,
It's a haunting yet noble melody we play, but it goes on and on year after year this way.
So we ran off, had herself a little black Grand Am now,
Took it to the edge of town and,
The way she flicked her cigarette
Said oh yeah...
It's been so long since I joined them
The olden house, though immortal, long forgotten
It envelopes me with a sense of sick appeal,
The fact I'll die off with the power that nobody can steal
But my bloodline still lives upon that forlorn peak
My uncle Einar is probably flying back from the east
Mama still knows every little thought I'm thinking,
Chelsea in the fields of Dogwood
Hunting with her laser eyes.
Said oh you got your kin, it's no place of mine
Take you from the family you thought you knew
I will let you see, all us human beasts,
For yourself the creature comfort's nothing new.
Oh you got your kin, it's a state of mind
Take you from the family you thought you knew
I will let you see, all us human beasts,
For yourself the creature comfort's nothing new.
Oh I got my kin, it's a state of mind
Take me from the family I thought I knew
I will spend my days with the mortal blood
Running through my veins the veil has been removed