It is a lonely rainy Sunday on Hicksville’s dirty streets | |
Only some transient, blurry shadows doing non-essential deeds | |
No one anticipates, the dire menace waits | |
Prowling for this sweet young thing | |
She isn’t able to resists them | |
As they entice her with these words | |
Come on and join the vertigo | |
I’m sure you’ll love the show | |
It doesn’t matter what’s to come | |
Or what you’ve tried before | |
A lot of snow fell in the meantime and days are closing in | |
From time to time she would appear again | |
Straying, unshod, frail and thin | |
One day she disappeared | |
No single word was heard | |
She was never seen again | |
But if you listen very carefully | |
You can hear her softly sing | |
Come on and join the vertigo | |
I’m sure you’ll love the show | |
It doesn’t matter what’s to come | |
Or what you’ve tried before |
It is a lonely rainy Sunday on Hicksville' s dirty streets | |
Only some transient, blurry shadows doing nonessential deeds | |
No one anticipates, the dire menace waits | |
Prowling for this sweet young thing | |
She isn' t able to resists them | |
As they entice her with these words | |
Come on and join the vertigo | |
I' m sure you' ll love the show | |
It doesn' t matter what' s to come | |
Or what you' ve tried before | |
A lot of snow fell in the meantime and days are closing in | |
From time to time she would appear again | |
Straying, unshod, frail and thin | |
One day she disappeared | |
No single word was heard | |
She was never seen again | |
But if you listen very carefully | |
You can hear her softly sing | |
Come on and join the vertigo | |
I' m sure you' ll love the show | |
It doesn' t matter what' s to come | |
Or what you' ve tried before |
It is a lonely rainy Sunday on Hicksville' s dirty streets | |
Only some transient, blurry shadows doing nonessential deeds | |
No one anticipates, the dire menace waits | |
Prowling for this sweet young thing | |
She isn' t able to resists them | |
As they entice her with these words | |
Come on and join the vertigo | |
I' m sure you' ll love the show | |
It doesn' t matter what' s to come | |
Or what you' ve tried before | |
A lot of snow fell in the meantime and days are closing in | |
From time to time she would appear again | |
Straying, unshod, frail and thin | |
One day she disappeared | |
No single word was heard | |
She was never seen again | |
But if you listen very carefully | |
You can hear her softly sing | |
Come on and join the vertigo | |
I' m sure you' ll love the show | |
It doesn' t matter what' s to come | |
Or what you' ve tried before |