Midnight Madness

I‘ll always put my dreams to rest

They‘ll never meet my slumber

Midnight madness strikes its clock

The horseman of my nightmares

A thought of him, my fear of her

An oedipal complexity

Whenever I express these things

They hurl their shame upon me

I‘ll still descend from mountain tops

To scold the greedy fountain shops

Accusing them of sucking on the nipples

Of a horn

And when I think about my death

She‘s sure to keep me going

I think of her in funny ways

That way they‘ll never know