Keep on Screaming

The wind makes a lonesome sound

To girls from Sweden

And when the shrews are all around

There's sure to be some bleedin'

Their saliva is pure poison

And you cannot let the noise in

It festers like an absence in the void

But keep on screaming

The soul climbs immortal hills

Time-encrusted tombs

And when we're down to pins and pills

Best call on Richard Boone

He'll guide you through the stones

Find shelter for your bones

Upon this grass you'll never burn alone

But keep on screaming

When a brain comes out of its shell

And starts to wander

Flying over wine-dark swells

'Til it tires and pulls you under

Imprisoned by the sea

You've never been so free

Our love is strong and it will ever be

But keep on screaming

The prostitute was burned so very badly as a child

But still you managed to perform quite well

The blood spray in the vestibule was hard to reconcile

But all you need's a phonograph in hell

The wind makes a lonesome sound

Time-encrusted tombs