Vintage nightcrawler Rotten to the core What the tribes really want Not how they really are
Death, you infinite jester You cruel and timeless joke Uttered from the lips of sorrow Last words ever spoke Then a laughing tremelo A living, breathing sound A yo-yo swinging upside down Then the mime, he sings “Nightcrawler” “Nightcrawler” “Nightcrawler”
Vintage nightcrawler Hanging on a hook Live the lie, high and dry Yea, you wrote the book
Death is a prankster A cruel and timeless joke I’ll head down, underground Ow nightcrawler Ow nightcrawler
Truth never matters In histories for fools Creepy Crawl, I do it all Ow nightcrawler Ow nightcrawler
It was the chance of a lifetime The only one you’ll get Whether you swing by a rope or a hook They never let you forget How to feel indebted For the crumbs you get Drag the line one more time Over seas of regret
Death is a prankster A cruel and timeless joke I’ll head down, underground Ow nightcrawler Ow nightcrawler
Truth never matters In histories for fools Creepy Crawl, I do it all Ow nightcrawler Ow nightcrawler
You study the lines of your face In the mirror of vanity Chop it up into tiny pieces And give a line to me
Then like bait on a hook Toss a line from the shore Just wait, and wait, and wait Until I want some more
Vintage nightcrawler Rotten to the core What you say you really want Not how they truly are