Eerie Monologues After Ghostly Missions Into Manic Mayhem
Eerie, deary, your lovin' does me right
Monologues make me drowsy,
After you have made me high
Ghastly to be leaving, baby [men echo: ghastly to be leaving]
Missions to the moon with you
Into your loving arms again
Manic with your kisses, baby.
Mayhem here without you.
