Авторы: Keith Karloff
Woke up scared in the middle of the night And jump-sprung bolt upright. Tried to rise from the sweat of the bed, But fell back into my head. The lynch mob had assembled The sun began to set. I got too much to remember And too much to forget. Came up hard in an ugly machine, My late, late, show's extreme. Lakes of amber, venoms of red Can't douse these coals I tread. The bridge was lost to vandals The tide sucked off the dead. I got too much to remember, Got too much on my head.