Spacious Thoughts

The balloon drops down at midnight

stranglin' the monkey with the hands of a clock

Good can't help but do a little Evil

Evil can't help but,

do a little Good.

Who's that singing in the kitchen by the stove?

All aboard for the night train!

they say the moon, it smells just like a cherry bomb.

Come on home,

all is forgiven.

Everything costs.

Deliver us from evil,

and carry your own cross.