Stick your fingers in the eyes of night    Rip open the belly of Death    And you'll see    What is real       Tear down the image of youth all around    Steal the dreams fromm their minds    And you'll be    All their lies       CHORUS    Can it be what you're thought to believe    It's nothing more than your mind can conceive    He's out there waiting for you    The psycho is ready to kill       Well you're a mean one a bloody bastard son    You think its all just for fun    But there's no setting sun       CHORUS    One way all the time    You can seem to get it right    You never see the tunnel    Or the light       Spend a million just to say    You're hip    You got to find a way    To get the thrill of your life    Trip the light    Trip the light fantastic    Party and you'll die    Someday you will die       3:am you feel that twitch again    For a walk in the park    It's getting late    Slip through the gate    The psycho jumps out from behind    Sticks his knife in your    Throat and you die