The Standard Table Of Daddy

"What? What with the words? Where have all the good ones gone? Buttana Eva, che casino!"

Nightmares, Nightmares, Nightmares, Nightmares

Nightmares, Nightmares, Nightmares, Nightmares

Nightmares, Nightmares, Nightmares, Nightmares

Nightmares, Nightmares, Nightmares, Nightmares

Nightmares and dreams are all the sleep

All I can say suffer the pain

The music you thrive inside your head

Is nothing to the pleasure I'll get when you're dead

So I returned to the body that had never been my own

So far from home, am I