Little green men follow us from town to town,
Speaking in riddles of digital sound,
Hiding in the shadow of a subway
train,
Trying to get to heaven with a worm in his brain,
Where is the hurdy-gurdy man going now,
Playing such apocalyptic
sounds, sounds, sounds,
We are the magical band of fools you know it ain't easy,
A horrific durge ringing in my ears,
It
seems we've fooled ourselves baby for oh so many years,
Living in the trunk of a hollow tree,
Trying to get to heaven with a fatal
disease,
Where is the hurdy-gurdy man going now,
Playing such apocalyptic sounds, sounds, sounds,
We are the magical band of
fools you know it ain't easy,
Bloodletting, hypnotists,
Repeat after me, only fools believe they won't get fooled
again,
Vampires, organ grinders,
In my youth I was bitten by a girl with a rabbit's tooth,
Oh what's a fool to do.
