ya goin'? Welcome to the House of Horrors Comes from within me, in me Comes from within me, horrors, hey Comes from within me, in me Come to the House of Horrors
Watch them speak in thunderclaps No one more or much as Jack And it's a knock 'em dead show Pipes and joints, greased hinge and bone One more for the
I never meant for you to get hurt And how I tried, oh how I tried I could never give you just what you deserved Another man would surely learn I know
Say to her, say to her Can you remember The first time we met? Don't you remember the first caress? Waiting there, waiting there Standing alone On the
Today I found a baby's glove Lying on the drainage board, so still Yesterday a leather glove From the slim tinkered hand of a woman The next time I saw
She's a special girl you know, the kind I'd hope to see Hanging on a wall, watching me cross the streets I wonder how long it will be before I'm sick
Butcher the paper, a ravenous pen Carving out trees and scoring skin Animals too placed in plastic cages Carted around these filthy pages I will draw
Count Yeah, I count in fives I do it every time And if another number confronts me I will cut you in half Irrespective of the subject I will make it
I press your hand in mine however cautiously I keep a smile right to myself And I lapse into the grasp of an overriding obsession And I get sick as I
Doctor put your gloves on, they may protect you from the stains And button your coat right to the top, tip from the jar the brain, oh oh oh Your good
Outside a train roars, the clatter is deafening Louder than everything, drowns what you were saying And the boys get on the back of that train Their clamor
Three decades in Canada and now you plan To leave your home and lead a life more valiant Feather white, she occupies the virgin berth Climb to her as
Walking down the streets of London late at night Night is crawling and something is here I've seen him [Incomprehensible] , oh no No, Jack The Ripper
Sheena is a champion of self-reliance As soon as she needs it she knows just where the knife is Her fingers aren't so fast anymore It's been 29 years
Is it the way Is it the way she looks at you? Seeing her face As you walk through the crowded avenue That sets you afire Remembering all you left behind
The agony and the harm is critical Through a frosted stopwatch Time is ticking Tick, tick, tick, tick, dead A new Ice Age Closer day by day Will freeze
Some say we walk alone Barefoot on wicked stone, no light And sanctuary found Never waits around awhile Marching to the sea Their dreams stay in the
Across the pathless sands Through jungle, blind I run No guide taken in hand And no idea where to turn No sanctuary found I tear myself in two I pray
