(Royston Langdon)
*The Horror, originally a b-side on "The Craft" Soundtrack, was re-recorded especially for "The Hogyssey" because the band felt it matched the album's emotional theme.*
Head on a plaque, its an immediate problem
So you turn and face yourself for the very first time
Well happiness comes in the form of happiness feels me over
Stupid Cupid, you f***** it this time
So you consult the TV for breakfast and coffee
But your TV's not hungry, but that's OK
And now we're not insane, we're just pretending, at least I think we are
But who really cares that much any way
You got nothing to do
You got nothing to smoke
No fast drugs to make your a****** choke
Nothing like heroin, I am replaced
Well I wonder, wonder, where's my wedding bells
(Chorus)
Tonight I know the Horror of you
Tonight I know the Horror of you
Tonight I know the Horror of you
Like nobody else
Tonight I know the Horror of you
Got caught in the act at the very wrong time
Found it like striking a match on the gasoline fire
Watch the slug that slides along the edge of a razor blade; It's about the pain
I talk so much s***, I need wings to survive
You got too much to do,
You got too much to smoke,
You feel a little silly but you try to cope
Your brain's on the floor, oh no what a chore
You need another reason and you want some more
(Chorus)
The Horror of you, you
The Horror
Tonight I know the Horror of you
*The Horror, originally a b-side on "The Craft" Soundtrack, was re-recorded especially for "The Hogyssey" because the band felt it matched the album's emotional theme.*
Head on a plaque, its an immediate problem
So you turn and face yourself for the very first time
Well happiness comes in the form of happiness feels me over
Stupid Cupid, you f***** it this time
So you consult the TV for breakfast and coffee
But your TV's not hungry, but that's OK
And now we're not insane, we're just pretending, at least I think we are
But who really cares that much any way
You got nothing to do
You got nothing to smoke
No fast drugs to make your a****** choke
Nothing like heroin, I am replaced
Well I wonder, wonder, where's my wedding bells
(Chorus)
Tonight I know the Horror of you
Tonight I know the Horror of you
Tonight I know the Horror of you
Like nobody else
Tonight I know the Horror of you
Got caught in the act at the very wrong time
Found it like striking a match on the gasoline fire
Watch the slug that slides along the edge of a razor blade; It's about the pain
I talk so much s***, I need wings to survive
You got too much to do,
You got too much to smoke,
You feel a little silly but you try to cope
Your brain's on the floor, oh no what a chore
You need another reason and you want some more
(Chorus)
The Horror of you, you
The Horror
Tonight I know the Horror of you