What a crew we made up there was faustus   Burnt out from playing too many bars, on a jersey shore   And sammy, almost bald from ironing her hair too much   Back in '64   And me and phazon out of phase, of least my temporary   Name for the day   Oh, blown away and screaming   All blown away and screaming   All blown away and screaming thru' december   We crossed state lines we were burning   Although the cold could freeze your hand, to the steel   Of the wheel   Miami, just a cold hearted word   From a warm smiling man on a sign in a field   We laughed just o take up some time my (hmmm) job   Was staring to dry, and we went screaming thru' december   "quasar, quasar", where the first words I heard from faustas   All day   And giggling he apologized and then returned to flicking   His blade   I sighed bleary-eyed, and tried to remember the way, as we   Went screaming   A year does go by what a difference, twelve months can make when you're living a   Hundred years in one   And sammy, she went home and now she's living in a room with   A gun   Faustas ate glass for an appetizer, and bled all over his synthesizer   As he went screaming   As he went screaming   As he went screaming thru' december