Thumping, throbbing psych punk from Jersey City that's like taking an acid-laced freight train through a magic forest to the promised land. Arrivederci, baby!
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There's a green house,
on the hill,
it once,
was filled,
but now they say,
demons will play.
They won't,
Show you,
any real proof,
you've heard,
the tales,
9 dead no trails.
33 Thorne Street,
no one has the key.
There's a green house,
down the street,
theres a red door,
but no key,
everyone says,
stay away,
theres a guard dog,
with no chain.
I know a girl,
who sits inside,
all the lights,
glowing eyes,
through the window.
late at night,
i can see her,
counting time.
Does she remember?
Can she see?
Who i am,
that it's me?
I wanna free her,
from her sleep,
but she went,
and hid the key.