Two... Three Four...
I've been having nightmares,
every single night,
of vintage theater goers,
screaming out in fright.
And tall iconic heagear,
descending to the floor.
I tell you mister therapist,
I can't take it no more.
Every night I'm flying,
every night I'm let,
in the back of Abraham Lincoln's head
I've been having nightmares,
every single night,
of vintage theater goers,
screaming out in fright.
And tall iconic heagear,
descending to the floor.
I tell you mister therapist,
I can't take it no more.
Every night I'm flying,
every night I'm let,
in the back of Abraham Lincoln's head