Living in the basement and losing my mind,
Smoking Mother Nature until I go blind,
And if you live long enough, you're bound to see it all,
For example, take the girlie apparition in my hall,
Shaking her finger and looking at me,
But there's something not right about the way she sees
She got white eyes,
She said, "Everybody here gonna have white eyes, (She got white eyes)
Unless
Under three pairs of glasses there's some glass, some glass, some glass”
(some glass, some glass, some glass, some glass)
Now a week in the country is just what I need,
It gets so quiet, I can hear myself bleed,
And there's a moon on the mountain
And wind through the trees,
And I still couldn't tell you how that ghost girlie sees,
She seems to be committing an optical crime,
She is a spectral spectacle, looking at me all the time
With white eyes,
She said, "Everybody here gonna have white eyes, (She got white eyes)
When they die”,
And if you've got those baby blues, baby, get ready to kiss them goodbye
(bye…bye…bye…bye…bye…bye…bye…bye)
Sights are no longer what they might seem,
When her freight train picks up its head of steam,
There's no clear line between death and dream, and the ferocious haze of
love
Now the gates are swinging open,
And I'm coming through,
And I can hear the choir start singing their tune,
As I take my last steps to the guiding light,
I can hear that ghost laughing, as my eyeballs turn white
I got white eyes,
I say, everybody here gonna have white eyes, (I got white eyes)
Like me!
It ain't until you lose your sight, that you know just what it means to
see
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