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When you're deep in a dark dungeon
and the cleric's down and dying
and you've taken all the potions you had left
and you feel like you are doomed
because the demon you set loose
is coming after you and you can smell/hear its breath.
and the door between you and it is pretty thin.
the wizard is all out of spells.

They don't ask you to come over anymore
They're afraid of what you might break
They're afraid of what you might take
They're afraid that you'll freak out
But most of all they're worried about the mess that you might make

They don't want a mess They don't want to admit
There are things beyond our control

They say that misery
Is the greatest inspiration
They say that being happy
Just makes you dumb
They say you're boring when
When you've got a girlfriend
I think they just don't know
How good it feels to be in love

So there we were in the heart
Where everything that we know got its start
Then it all fell apart
Well I guess that's what you get
When you spread yourself too thin

But we had bigger fish to fry
Like findin' a place to sleep at night

John Hinckley Jr. might have been a little crazy
But there ain't nothing wrong with trying to kill the president
Especially when it's Ronald Reagan
He almost killed us all

And John Hinckley Jr. might have been a little crazy
For getting so obsessed with Jodie Foster
But how can you blame him,

Medicated, and that made it all right to be alive
The monster boy got killed by the pills that they gave him at the end of the line
It took twenty years to assemble this beast and it all fell apart in two quick weeks
Underneath all the scars on his face and his mind was a brand new boy with stars in his eyes
And he exploded on the scene like a geek
And he fit right in with all the rest of the freaks
And he had a lot to learn about the world out there
After spending so long in his gloomy lair

The devil told my grampa
The day that he would die
And my grampa told my grandma
And she thought it was a lie
Then the day came and my
Grampa he lay dead
Just like the devil said
A train cut off his arms and legs

i'm tracing pentagrams with chalk onto my floor
i'm lighting candles cookin' curses casting spells to bring a storm
that will cloud up over bloomington, and make black the midwest sky
i'm pushing pins into the map to mark the points for lightning strikes
may the ashes of the university make their way out to the sea
and may the bones of the invaders mix with the bricks of burned buildings
we will make them into to mortar and we will build this town again
i'm calling on dark forces to take me back to bloomington