Well aren't you just the Aleister Crowley of bad neighbourhoods Aren't you just the dark spirit of the liquor store Feeling of foreboding Overwhelming sense of dread A creeping headache Transmission from the dead You should have seen it coming Some rocks should stay unturned You never should've moved You should've left him in time Feeling of foreboding Overwhelming sense of dread A creeping headache Transmission from the dead You should have got up running What a time for all to clear Never should've made an offer Should've turned around in fear But here you are But here you are But here you are But here you are Feeling of foreboding Overwhelming sense of dread A creeping headache Transmission from the dead You should've left him in time