Stick your fingers in the eyes of night 

Rip open the Belly of Death 

Now you'll see 

What is real 



Tear down the image of youth all around 

Steal the dreams from their minds 

And you'll be 

All their lies 



Can it be what you're taught to believe 

It's nothing more than your mind can conceive 

He's out there waiting, he's waiting for you 

The psycho is ready to kill 



Well you're a mean one, a bloody bastard son 

You don't care what they say or what they do 

It matters not to you 



You've been warned not to set foot after dark 

You think it's all just for fun 

But there's no setting sun 



Can it be what you're taught to believe 

It's nothing more than your mind can conceive 

He's out there waiting, he's waiting for you 

The psycho is ready to kill 



One way all the time 

You can't seem to get it right 

You never see the tunnel 

Or the light 

Spend a million just to say 

You're hip 

You got to find a way 

To get the thrill of your life 

Trip the lights 

Trip the light fantastic 

Party and you'll die 

Someday you will die 



3 am and you feel that twitch again 

For a walk in the park 

It's getting late 

Slip through the gate 



The psycho jumps out from behind 

Sticks his knife in your throat 

And you die