Black Dragons

Buried at dead of night
Forgot why, filled with spite
He peaked at twenty-three
Majored in misery
Reply: why oh why?
Everybody dies

Sprawling estate for sale
Throw all these men in jail
They peaked at sixty-three
Useless in jealously
Reply: no surprise
Everybody dies

Throw all your records out
Leap from the penthouse window
There's something in the night
It's coming. take cover

I don't hear a sound
Therе's no one left around
I don't hear a sound
My body's lеft the ground

Throw all your records out
Leap from the penthouse window
Black dragons in the night
Thick as thunder, blocking out our light