Lyrics
A Little Macabre
A little gone, a little fun, a little feeling of a macabre
A little down, a little bugged, a little human who is strung out
Unglued, unquiet, uptight and a little concerned
Cold Sweat, butterflies, Running Scared and petrified.
A little dead, a little gaunt, a little skeleton rote,
A little pale, a little weak a little hallow-eyed peaked
One kind to fold one kind to hold for
When running scared it’s time to face fear
A little done, A little funked, A little lifeless and mortified
A little late , a little stiff, a little punked out
Copyright 2003 Hermit Bastard
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