Well the retards laughed. When the evening came. The 'librium makes them. All the same. And boy you still got. Shit for brains. It's Halloween on the coast again. Well the clowns roll in. And the line never ends. We get the last part. We get the bends. And the bends always last. Till the blast. And they sucked us down in the hole again. And it's Halloween on the Barbary Coast. Well the mothers smiled. When the morning came. Under the Christmas tree. They looked all the same. And boy you still got. Shit for brain.