Up to the ears, up to the neck
It's for the curious, it's for the hopeful
Kick in the doors, climb in the windows
It's midnight service at the Mьtter Museum
And I'm glad, glad that you're here
Better luck, better luck at the pull-tabs that's what I thought too
Do you have any idea how many songs they wrote about you
Look at the face, the shape of the skull
Leave the road, follow the path
It's midnight at the Drowning Pond 
And I'm glad, glad you're here
Better off not trying too hard, that's what I thought too
Put on your boots, put on your make-up in the parking lot
15,16,17
It's midnight service at the Mьtter Museum
And I'm glad, glad that you're here