Teksty: Franklin Delano. Come Home. Eight Eyes.

I've been sleeping in my own clothes
With a plastic bag instead of a window glass
I've been sleeping, I've been sleeping
I've been sleeping with my boots on

Cause I
I've got six eyes
I've got eight eyes like spiders
I will hypnotize you
Cause I
I will deny
There won't be an answer to your question
Cause I don't like depression too
Cause I don't like depression, do you?

I've been driving all the way down
On a main street lane of another nameless town
I've been dropping down all my nightmares
It was easy - easy as a murder