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- Union Maid 21, April 26th 2003.
The night whispers to me
While the clock tower leans
Where the holes used to hang
Before the town got mean
You look to the left
You look to the right
Either side of the street
No one wants a fight
But everything they say
Bounces off of me
And sticks to you
The kids, they scream
They shriek at the sun
They come from the night
Yeah, the party's still on (On)
The party's just begun
They never came home
But the wolves are still around
Yeah, they huff and they puff
And they blow your door down
You can build a high wall
Or a thicker front door
The rain on your roof
Come up through the floor
But everything they say
Bounces off of me
And sticks to you
The kids, they scream
They shriek at the sun
They come from the night
Yeah, the party's still on (On)
The party's just begun
The kids, they scream
They shriek at the sun
They come from the night
Yeah, the party's still on (On)
The party's just begun
But you don't blah
Blah blah blah blah blah
(Ad-lib vocalization . . . Insert verse here once it is written)
And those are my murals
And those are my flags
And these are my children
And these are their tags
Now I could forget
And forgive all that's done
Pay over the numbers
'Til I'm left with one
CHORUS x2
