I woke up this morning from a crazy dream
The Earth was a turning ball of fire
Satan and the Pilgrims had wiped the sea
And I became their twisted gun for hire
Don't let 'em getcha boy, now you shall be
the lights [bad word] round again [bad word] like a demon, boy" is what they said
and then began to count from one 'til ten

So now I'm trying to get out of the city
You know where right can be found
The beatyen side of town
Will never let you down

I woke up this morning from a crazy dream
The Earth was a burning ball of fire
I crawled right inside the spaces in-between
miracle of science to admire

But everybody knows
The way the story goes
She'll love you 
And leave you once again
The wind sends a shiver 
From your head to toes
Whispers that you've reached
Your living end

So now I'm trying to get out of the city
You know where right can be found
The beaten side of town
Don't never let me down