Guests line up to leave their moldy bedrooms

In a dimly lit, moonlit motel

The turtles are dancing with raccoons

A zombie joins but gets a firm "no thank you"

The mannequin′s calling for a taxi

With a fee of twenty-thousand yen

A familiar voice cries out to me

A feathered creature I have never seen

The crow offers me a smoke

He says, "It'll take you for a joyride"

No, sir, I think I′d rather choke

Oh, I'll be fine

"You're in a web of lies"

On a busy street you′ll see the city folk

Run at the mercy of the singing crows

The raven ponders if he enjoys the gore

While he takes the frontal lobe and eats some more

Little miss, don′t sit, come join the fun!

We've only got twelve hours ′til the party's done

Paramnesia rules this world

So fake a smile

Take a shot, some scotch

And wait until your trial

Crows line up to greet the local mushrooms

Sticking fliers on their spotted head

The turtles are eating the raccoons

A zombie sits alone and cries "I hate you"

The mannequin′s calling for a taxi

For a crow who knows we have a deal

A familiar voice cries out to me

A feathered creature, and he's come to see me

The crow offers me a smoke

He says, "It′ll help you kill the third eye"

My, my, you think this is a joke?

"I swear, it's fine!"

He's in a web of lies

The clocks take shots as the dolls relax under the morning sky

They wonder if time would still proceed if they were to die

The devil′s work life, suffice to say, is comedy at best

He wonders if there will come a time when he can leave the nest

In a burning town around inferno′s court

The crows are laughing with a glass of port

The woman ponders if she enjoys the gore

Still, she takes the devil's heart and eats some more

"Little miss, this isn′t the deal we had!"

Oh, did I mess it up?

I guess it's just too bad

Paramnesia rules this world

So fake a smile

Take a shot, some scotch

I′ll see you at your trial