Here comes the newest apparition To set fire to all the flowers Now I should have known it was you who would call When vainly I escaped into the ever-changing rapids To your boat with a sign which read "get in and hold on." Hysterical Calls for luck Heal the weak We should just grow up And so I hid behind the dishes in the night
Until you woke to find me trembling like an emasculated dog There is no sense in even trying to track the weather pattern Is it better to leave than to blindly hold on? Hysterical . . . Let me out Of the rain Let me down I want to make my last mistake Hysterical . . .