They held their heads with laughs of pain   They learned from men who'd just refrain   From glancing at a mirror's face      Seven screaming diz-busters   Who lurked behind the rose   Cast iron for a bloodstream   And ice behind their eyes      On each and all those holy nights   When dusters dust becomes the sale   And lucifer the light   The light      They're long so long this time of year   When stars be crossed by twirling fear   You don't suppose I'd prove surprised      Seven screaming diz-busters   Should go the route and die   Without that warmth they've learned to crave   With hardened smiles and evil signs      Bury me near the secret cove   So they'll not know the way   Bury me there behind the rose   So they'll not rile my grave   I'll not reveal whose name still lost      Well their laughs of pain   And their harder smiles   And their rigid arms   And their evil signs   Yeah, the longer days ah, the longer nights   Oh, yeah the longer   Yeah, they're longer still      On each and all those holy nights   When dusters dust becomes the sale   And lucifer the light