Song Description

Voices in the night, sounds from the woods, a haunted house

Lyrics

City concrete dreams in a country paradise
I was lookin for some peace but now the quiet's like a vice
The hornets and the bees have brought me to my knees
The crickets are too wicked they won't let me get to sleep
Dirty queen sheets on a rusty metal bed
I'm tangled and I'm strangled and the pillow's filled with lead
The Spiders and the flies have taken control of the room
Like little spies they lie waiting lurking in the gloom
An evil owl howls in the middle of the night
My blood is running cold I roll over in fright
I start to think I've woken up on animal farm
I sit up in alarm- somethin's crawlin up my arm
A train whistle screams like a furious machine
Tanked up on motor oil and bootleg kerosene
I can't take it any more so I stand up on the floor
Something slimy's underfoot - I'm boltin for the door
A black cat hisses giving me the evil eye
On second thought i think maybe I'd better stay inside
The night's alive with a symphony of creatures
Somethins movin in my sneaker my legs are feelin weaker
Stumblin and fumblin I try to reach the light
It looks as though I'm not gonna be gettin any sleep tonight
I'm a city boy I never should come this far from home
I can feel it in my bones - I'm gonna die alone

CHORUS

Voices in the night are calling me into the woods
I should not go outside but somehow I have understood
Voices in the night are calling me up from my sleep
I didn't want to see
Death is my destiny

At the back of the house there's a room that's always locked
I can here somethin movin I wish I had a glock
Or a shotgun to keep me from succumbing to my fear
I oughta steer clear I oughta get the hell outta here
But somethin in my my nature makes me wanna take the risk
So I get myself a stick I give the door a kick
It squeels on it's hinges like a pig being slaughtered
My feet are gettin cold - the air is gettin hotter
I keep my cool sweep the drool off of my chin
It's like trick or treat with Hitchcock at the Bates's motor inn
Somethin shuffles in the shadows sendin shivers down my spine
One two oh my god! it's ice-nine
And the cat's in the cradle chewin on the silver spoon
You won't be comin home son not any time soon
Full moon through the window casts a sickly yellow spell
On Poe's worst nightmare - my blood starts to gel

I slam the door on this abhorent room of horrors
The brochure didn't say nothin 'bout angry demon whores or
Seein hardcore gore galore
It's only half past four but I'm gonna ignore
My better judgement's call and get the fuck outta this house
I grab my stick I put on my coat
I'd really rather face the critters creeping outside
Than stay take my chances here with Frankenstein's bride
The front door slams behind my back, it goes "BAM"
I scram like Shazam my feet a battering ram
Cold clams are my hands my brow is drippin sweat
I wish I had a flashlight or at least a cigarette
I run straight to the trees - fucking S.O.B.!
My mind is playin tricks - I meant to hit the street
Somethin claws at my pants - I'm kissing ants
And then the darkness engulfs me like a gothic romance