don't come 'round too regular here
yeah, you're just a headache
i don't wanna feel no more!
that old black magic is so out dated!
whoa! black magic is so outdated!
we will attend a party
where strange customs prevail
the streets are slick, whoa!
hold onto the rail
to not be barren
to not be dead
and not stagnate
or merely maintain
light holds a secret
thought you had it
but it's fleeting
my lips are red
from the candy i've been eating
some mouths are dry
and the words that they are saying
are all the same
day out
day in
love love love