Don’t come round to regular here
Yeah, you’re just a headache
I don’t want to feel no more
That old black magic is so outdated
That old black magic is so outdated
We will attend the party where strange
Customs prevail
The streets are slick
Hang onto a rail
To not be barren, to not be dead
And not just stagnate
Or merely maintain
Light holds the 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’re saying
Are all the same
Day in
Day out
Love Love Love