Lucretia

[Intro]

*laughter*

[Verse 1]

Sitting up late at night

I tiptoe through the darkness

Cold as Hell, black as spades

Aware of my immediate surroundings

In my place, I escape

Up into my hideout

Hiding from everyone

My friends all say "Dave, you're mental anyway." (Hey!)

Drift into a deeper state

I stalk the cobwebbed stairways

Dirt grits beneath my feet

The stair creaks, I precariously sneak, yeah!

[Verse 2]

Hypnosis guides my hand

I slip-slide through the walkways

Sit in Granny's rocking chair

Memories are whirling by (Yeah!)

Reminiscing in the attic

Lucretia waits impatiently

Cobwebs make me squint

The cobra so eloquently glints

Moonbeams surge through the sky

The crystal ball is energized

Surely that, like the cat

Waiting, Lucretia rocks away, hey!

[Instrumental Break]

[Guitar Solo: Marty Friedman]

[Guitar Solo: Dave Mustaine]