Shoes that no man would want to wear
Wipe away the night's last cold stare
Red fist curled 'round the house
Was away boy shelly's shoes
Wash

Chocolate power is so crisp
The atomic open house is really here
And we have gone so desperate
Your power knows no bounds
And heavier with time
Are our shoes
That no man would want to wear
New tread wipes a wet road so dry
It stings

Into the borrowed course
Under the dreadful birds
Under the singing soil
And all those guilty clouds

I have seen too much
Wipe away my eyes
Too much

• Bela Lugosi's Dead
• Dancing
• Dark Entries
• Double Dare
• Hair of The Dog
• Hollow Hills
• In Fear of Fear
• In The Flat Field
• Kick in The Eye
• Of Lillies & Remains
• Rosegarden Funeral of Sores
• Stigmata Martyr
• Terror Couple Kill Colonel
• The Man With The X-ray Eyes
• The Spy in The Cab
• Waiting for The Man