Paroles de Psychodelic Nightmare

Oh, it ain't safe, you better watch out They're coming to get you - sickle and shroud They'll turn you to stone and burn out your sky They've got your number - television eyes The cinches, the doctors, the streaks, and the radio lights You think you can fight, hold on to your ground The fingers of doom - time's counting down You think you can run from the mushroom cloud Rain turns to cinder when the hammer comes down The cinches, the doctors, the streaks, and the radio lights You The cinches, the doctors, the streaks, and the radio lights You're living on the edge of a psycholdelic nightmare I covered my face, I closed my door The skyline was falling like the armies before In the dust and the heat, the sound of change Hell bent for leather, nothing remained The cinches, the doctors, the streaks, and the radio lights