The Reanimator (Concerning Electric Kool-Aid in Watts, UFO’s in Harlem, and What Really Happened to Atlantis) lyrics

Verse 1:

I’m a dragon in a playpen
That’s why I never fit in
Guess it’s not a problem
At least I fear no one…
I’m thinking of a painter
A famous entertainer
Said he’d paint your savior
He’s off in heavy metal slumber…

Chorus:

Who knew the blues could be dangerous?
Our dreams are naked every night
You got the right to get vandalized
For forty days and forty nights…

Verse:

Grow some wings in the bone machine
Cut yourself, that’s a way to get clean
Take the plunge, only the dumb will stay
It’s all just hell on a holiday…
I’m thinking of a painter
Who said he’d entertain us
He had so much promise
All his mistakes were just so priceless…
Chorus

Lyrics by Chuck Lightning