Bring 'Em In

I've gotta climb this mountain, yeah, I'll deal with you later If you burst into laugh then I will ch-ch-ch-choke you with my cough I am better of dead, I'm rolling high and I'll be gone for tomorrow So copying styles if you're a "one of a kind" Oh Yeah! Alright! Tough looking star, painted in black, smoothed in white cream Sing lazy songs, lyrics haven't been the same without it And when the lunatics are coming in the late afternoon, I will comfort me With saying that I'm just a "one of a kind" Oh Yeah! Alright! And when the lunatics are coming in the late afternoon You may comfort me by saying that you're all by a tune, and you will say: I wander what's so wrong about it, I wander what's happy about it I want it now and you will never be alive!! I want it now, but you were never my kind So cry at night when the band pullet out