Hazy morning/ dream-scape exploring/ "Need caping?" More please

...last night around four

And the wind was singing a dark song of demons in the wrong key

"Diddy Did Us Dirty" on the board////

Am I wonky?

Sure.

I'm a long-haired asshole in a haunted castle where the donkeys roar

Oh I'm definitely home where the peccaries roam

(Til' they don't)

I can afford the gore

Paranormal

Care to share?

I'm like a teratoma in your derriere

All teeth and hair

I never swore to warn ya

That ain't marinara in your cornucopia

Ford Coppola

Rare demerits can hypno-grip your stare with a chair-dance

Imp in a pickle

limp-dick in a caravan

Rhythm like The Smiths with a wit like Kerouac

PRE HOOK:

Can't come to the phone

But I'm aware there' a draft coming through the door

Can't leave it alone

Yes I'm aware I'll be damned if we lose the war

HOOK:

There's a witch and she lives in the dwelling to the right

And I believe I feel her casting spells on particular nights

She took the visage of a woman, naked, dripping from the shower

And I'm whispering "what is this?" in the 666th hour