Lucretia - Remastered 2004

Sitting up late at night
 I tiptoe through the darkness
 Cold as Hell, black as spades
 Aware of my immediate surroundings
 In my place, I escape
 Up into my hideout
 Hiding from everyone
 My friends all say "Dave, you're mental anyway" (Hey!)
 Drift into a deeper state
 I stalk the cobwebbed stairways
 Dirt grits beneath my feet
 The stair creaks, I precariously sneak (Yeah!)
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 Hypnosis guides my hand
 I slip-slide through the walkways
 Sit in granny's rocking chair
 Memories are whirling by (Yeah!)
 Reminisce in the attic
 Lucretia waits impatiently
 Cobwebs make me squint
 The cobra so eloquently glints
 Moonbeams surge through the sky
 The crystal ball is energised
 Surely that, like the cat waiting
 Lucretia rocks away (Hey!)