It's past the hour
When you're gone for good
And you know, you know you know you know you know you know you know you know you know you know
You ain't never comin' back.
Nightmare. Nightmare.
When double trouble smashes you through the face
And a wild man runs away with your shoe
Nightmare. Nightmare.
Burnin' blood is drippin' from your face
And your dressed to kill
And you just still
Can't get your fill
And they start draggin' you up the hill
And you start gettin' that real down chill.
Left coast phone calls start comin' through
And the heat comes crashin' in on you
And you don't know what the hell to do
Niiiiiightmare

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