It's either a reflection or a concrete shadow I see you trippin' around, I ain't mad though A little slow for me, but I keep draggin' on Make your way over to the park Through the cemetery in the dark Right back where we left off Well, what you got inside your silver pillbox? A glassy version of a stone fox Rippin' up the East Side streets 'til the break of dawn Make your way over to the park Through the cemetery in the dark Right back where we left off Make your way over to the park Through the cemetery in the dark Right back where we left off And this is how you make me feel La-dum-dum-dah-dum-dum La-dum-dum-dah-dum-dum La-dum-dum-dah-dum-dum La-dum-dum-dah-dum-dum La-dum-dum-dah-dum-dum La-dum-dum-dah-dum-dum