When night comes I see him
He walks around our muppet wing
He has a fistful of puppet strings
But he never says a thing
In the madhouse
She's always talking jibberish
And that makes me so feverish
Skull is full of murder
Convulsions and savage fervor
CHORUS
I heard her again, she was raving
And we trembled in our beds
With fireworks in our heads
When night comes I see him
He walks around our loony bin
He has a fistful of puppet strings
That we crave more than anything