7 Screaming Dizbusters

Seven screaming dizbusters
Who lurked behind a rose
Had iron for a bloodstream
And ice behind their eyes

On each and all those holy nights
Where angel dust becomes the sale
And Lucifer, the light

They're long so long this time of year
When stars be crossed by twirling fear
You don't suppose I'd prove surprised

If seven screaming dizbusters
Should go the route and die
Without the warmth they've learned to crave
And ice behind their eyes

On each and all those holy nights
Where devil dust becomes the sale and Lucifer, the light

Bury me near the secret cove so they'll not know the way
Bury me there, behind the rose so they'll not rile my grave
I'll not reveal whose name still lost

Well their laugh of pain...And their harder smiles...
And their rigid arms...And their evil signs...
Longer days and the longer nights
And their longer, and longer still

On each and all those holy nights
Where dusters dust becomes the sale and Lucifer, the light

Lucifer the light
Lucifer the light