Going out every night in a fancy costume
That could become your tomb,
When did you last sleep,
And with whom?
Or did you just see the following morning loom
As an inevitable doom?
Once exposed, where could you creep,
Back into the womb?

We can have some food, if you like food.

Structures are quaking, bones breaking, neighbourhoods waking,
As you do the twist-and-shout.
Tune down, crank it up, drop out, crank it up, drop out -
We know what you're talking about!

We can have some food, if you like food.