If you can’t sleep tonight and fever grips you tight
There’s a place we can explore, open wide the door
We may be the haunted men and we will hold our heads up when
We walk on the street of dreams
Uuuuuu-uh-uuuuuu-uh
Dead beaten, the disposed, seekers of unlikeliness
There’s a place we can explore, open wide the door
We may be the haunted men and we will hold our heads up when
We walk on the street of dreams
Uuuuuu-uh-uuuuuu-uh
Uuuuuu-uh-uuuuuu-uh
Uuuuuu-uh-uuuuuu-uh
