The Mystic - Peter Gundry

Got a head full of spiders And a heart that isn't here In a room full of liars All my demons reappear Broken cigarettes and bullet holes One more to the chest and I'm alone Nothing gets me any higher And nothing ever will Tried to stay sober Tried to stay clean Wake me when it's over Like a bad dream Mama doesn't call Sister never writes Bet you they would laugh If I called to say goodbye No ones gonna worry Notice when I'm gone No they won't know I'm missin' 'Till they pull me out the mystic I bet nobody can remember What color eyes are on my face I'm a freak, I'm a pretender I never really had a place Broken cigarettes and bullet holes One more to the chest 'till I'm alone Nothin' gets me any higher And nothin' ever will Tried to stay sober Tried to stay clean Wake me when it's over Like a bad dream Mama doesn't call Sister never writes Bet you they would laugh If I called to say goodbye No ones gonna worry Notice when I'm gone No they won't know I'm missin' 'Till they pull me out the mystic Tell the preacher not to pray There's no angels where I'll go Only pieces that are broken Scattered dreams across the floor I'm home Tried to stay sober Tried to stay clean Wake me when it's over Like a bad dream Mama doesn't call Sister never writes Bet you they would laugh If I called to say goodbye No ones gonna worry Notice when I'm gone No they won't know I'm missin' 'Till they pull me out the mystic Tried to stay sober Tried to stay clean Wake me when it's over Like a bad dream Mama doesn't call Sister never writes Bet you they would laugh If I called to say goodbye No ones gonna worry Notice when I'm gone No they won't know I'm missin' 'Till they pull me out the mystic

We were born before the wind Also younger than the sun Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the district Hark, now hear the sailors cry Smell the sea and feel the sky Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic When that fog horn blows You know, I will be coming home And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it I don't have to fear it I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And magnificently we will fold into, into, into Baby baby When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it I don't have to fear it And I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And together we will fold in Into the mystic Baby I just want to rock you Let your body go Let your body go

The days go on The days go on I traveled in my mind Through illusions I find Mystic Rabbit knows Where the carrot grows Never trust a man Who says He always knows So goodbye Little ones Goodbye Little ones Forever in the sun Is a time to be spent Forever in the sun You'll know everywhere I went Life is like a train And I'm living on the tracks Some people go strange They don't ever come back So goodbye Little ones Goodbye Little ones The days go on The days go on I traveled in my mind Through illusions I find Mystic Rabbit knows Where the carrots grow Never trust a man Who says He always knows So Goodbye Little ones So goodbye Little ones