Tekst:
Horrors The Strange House

: Count Yeah I count in fives. I do it everytime. And If another number confronts me I will cut you in half. Irrespective of the subject I will make

: Walking down the streets late at night Night is crawling and something?s here I?ve seen him in my dreams Oh no, jack the ripper Every now and then

: Watch them speak in thunderclaps No one more or much as Jack It's a knock 'em dead show: Pipes and joints, greased hinge and bone One more for the

: Today I found a baby's glove Lying on the drainage board so still Yesterday a leather glove from the slim hand of a woman The next time I saw one 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

: 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

On a night of weddings he decides to change the setting, And as he feels himself start to sicken, Oh too late for Jimmy, Adjusts his goggles as the fog

Today I found a baby's glove Lying on the drainage board so still Yesterday a leather glove from the slim hand of a woman The next time I saw one it

Count Yeah I count in fives. I do it everytime. And If another number confronts me I will cut you in half. Irrespective of the subject I will make it