Back from the Dead

Listen, (Shh) to what the flower people say (Ah)
Listen, it's getting louder every day

Listen, (Shh) it's like a bolt out of the blue (Ah)
Listen, it could be calling now for you

Flower people walk on by
Flower people don't you cry
It's not too late (No!)
It's not too late

Listen (Shh) it's like a Mozart symphony
Listen (Shh) it's something just for you and me

Listen (Shh) to what the flower people say (Ah)
Listen, it's getting truer every day

(Ah)

The window's dirty
The mattress stinks
This ain't no place to be a man
Ain't got no future
Ain't got no past
And I don't think I ever can.

The floor is filthy
The walls are thin
The wind in howling in my face
The rats are peeling
I'm loosing ground
Can't seem to join the human race.

I'm living in a hell hole
Don't want to stay in this hell hole
Don't want to die in this hell hole
Girl, get me out of this hell hole.

I rode the jet stream
I hit the top
I'm eating steak and lobster tails
The sauna's drafty
The pool's too hot
The kitchen stinks of boiling snails.

The tax man's coming
The butler quit
This ain't no place t be a man
I'm going back to where I started
I'm flashing back into my pan.

[Repeat: x2]
It's better in a hell hole
You know where you stand in a hell hole
Folks lend a hand in a hell hole
Girl, get me back to my hell hole

In ancient times,
Hundreds of years before the dawn of history
Lived a strange race of people, the Druids

No one knows who they were or what they were doing
But their legacy remains
Hewn into the living rock, of Stonehenge

Stonehenge! Where the demons dwell
Where the banshees live and they do live well
Stonehenge! Where a man's a man
And the children dance to the Pipes of Pan

Hey!

Stonehenge! 'Tis a magic place
Where the moon doth rise with a dragon's face
Stonehenge! Where the virgins lie
And the prayers of devils fill the midnight sky

And you my love, won't you take my hand?
We'll go back in time to that mystic land
Where the dew drops cry and the cats meow
I will take you there, I will show you how

Oh!

And oh how they danced
The little children of Stonehenge
Beneath the haunted moon
For fear that daybreak might come too soon

And where are they now?
The little people of Stonehenge
And what would they say to us?
If we were here, tonight

We're back from the dead
Climbing from the coffin
We don't come here often
Or so it is said

We're back from the grave
Recovered from our coma
More body than aroma
It's life that we crave.

Watch our hearts pump as we go back into action (go!)
Giving satisfaction and getting some too
Hear our blood roar as we roll a lucky seven
From hell or from heaven, we're past but we're due
(But we're due but we're due but we're due)

We're back from the dead
Putting up resistance
Clinging to existence
And ready for bed

We're out of the shroud
An end to the becalming
Reversing the embalming
And back with our crowd

Nothing's more fun than flipping off the reaper (no!)
We're back on our beeper heading straight for the top
It's not so hard to avoid a mid-death crisis
No coffee, no spices, but rock 'till you drop
('Til you drop, 'til you drop, til you drop)

We're back and we're glad
Nothing ever stops us
We're our own synopsis
And here to be had

We're back from the dead
And this time we're not stopping
We've brought some corn for popping
And we're banging your head

Better off dead, still better off living (yeah!)
The gift keeps on giving and it's taking no more
No time like the past, no rhyme like the present
The first shall be last, and we're slamming death's door
(-ming death's door, -ming death's door, -ming death's door)

We came like babies
From our home across the sea
To see America.
And the people opened up their arms
To welcome us, to America.
We came like children
From a far and distant land
To see America, and the golden
Sun of freedom filtered down to us,
In America.

And the people stood and stared
Loved us more than we had dared, to
In America.

Super highways here and there
Pretty women's everywhere
Billy Kid and Smokey Bear

Buildings reaching to the sky
Afro-sheen and apple pie
PTA and FBI.

The jumbo jet begins to rise
A playful nation waves its bye bye's.

Each religion, race, and creed
Gets exactly what they need
God bless Johnny Appleseed.