Our bodies are too tight
And minds are far apart
You can't depend just on dread
You'd better open up your heart instead
Overbored, upturned, ignored
Stuffed inside tight belly of a beast
Overchewed, undigested, though adored
Before dying we do need some priest
It was Friday the 13-th
Jeannie went on a picnic
At Crystal lake with Bill Smith
They made love, and before
And if you save your soul,
You won't feel deserted.
And if you break your ties,
You can't be alienated.
It's freezing cold in the graveyard on November night
And you got a freaky feeling that you're being stalked.
From under the grave shines an unearthly blue light,
You hear, ''In the land of the sleepers I have walked.''
I'm sick and tired of your constant whys.
Hurt myself, stumbling upon an open wound.
Covering the truth for a bunch of lies,
You made it easier for us to be misunderstood.
I think I wanna be dead wrong or misunderstood,
Not taking my time to get out while the goin's good.
I hope we don't freak out or come unscrewed
When we're finally gonna turn to ashes or worm-food.
Jeepers Creepers is gonna get you
You can't escape the creature of hell
He never loses, but wins a few
Your mortal fear is easy to smell
Where can your angel soul find its last shelter?
You ain't no survivor of the Helter Skelter.
Your unborn baby floating in a dark pool,
While angels and sinners are under the same rule.