"'Moo-hoo-hoo-ha-ha-ha,' came the long, hollow, sepulchral sound of triumphant Dr. Sax's profound and hidden laughter [...] in the excruciatingly exciting dark shadows of Saturday Night"
O deadly death I lay and long for you I hold my breath In darkened rooms
And no one shows Me how to live Quite like the threat Of deadly death
O razor thrills you sing my arms to life O parent pills I'm too alive
And no one knows How good it feels To come so close To one so real To come so close
When I get low And can't forget There's always you There's always one thing left There's always death
O lovely life I think I know your worth For one hundred nights You've done your worst
You've let me know The awful thirst Along your blade On loose red come
I found my way I found my way I found my way I found my way