| The old woman finally caught me |
| Sneaking round her cave |
| Her hair looked just like barb-wire, boys |
| And her smile just like the grave |
| She asked me could I stay awhile? |
| I said I’d better go |
| She slid her arm around my neck |
| And sweetly whispered no |
| It’s cold and dark and lonely here |
| As soon enough you’ll see |
| I’m so glad you stumbled in |
| I’ve been craving company |
| I cannot stay too long, you know |
| I left some friends back at home |
| Don’t you worry about your friends |
| Down here we’re all alone |
| What about my mother? |
| I can’t just leave her there to mourn |
| You don’t have to think about her |
| Just forget you were ever born |
| I’ll disappoint my father |
| You know he worked so hard for me |
| If you have to pay your father back |
| Just send him some misery |
| «I'll miss,» I said, «a girl I know |
| I can’t just leave her there to pine |
| She’s still got plenty of men to go |
| I’m sure she’ll do just fine» |
| What about my little boy? |
| She said, he’s just like you |
| Let a few short years roll by |
| He’ll end up down here too |
| Then her pale green eyes began to glow |
| She placed her hand on mine |
| She smiled and said «don't worry» |
| You’ll get used to me in time |
| As her cold tongue flickered toward my throat |
| I spun myself around |
| Made a dive for the passageway |
| But the walls come crashing down |
| Now her eyes were the only light |
| My fevered brain could see |
| But I tore myself away from them |
| And I fell down to my knees |
| I’ve come too far, I can’t get back |
| I beseeched the Gods of men |
| Fame and fortune just laughed at me |
| Then silence once again |
| A whisper deep within |
| Embraced the God of love |
| I lifted my face and through the tears |
| I saw light fall from above |
| I hurled myself into the wall |
| I ripped and clawed my way |
| Through the stinking, clinging loam |
| Back to the light of day |
| I crawled out into the wind again |
| The sky upon my face |
| I heard the earth sigh patiently |
| As it slid back into place |
| Now I’m back among the ones I love |
| I’m loved by them in turn |
| And it’s only on the darkest night |
| That green-eyed memory burns |
| So walk, my friends, in the light of day |
| Don’t go sneaking around no holes |
| There just might be something down there |
| Wants to gobble up your soul |