The land where I sleep, is the land where I weep The sounds in my dreams are blood-chilling screams When I take a snooze, all the goblins and ghouls Seek out and find my tired haunted mind.
They drive me insane, assaulting my brain Night after night I'm scared outta my ***** I can never unwind they have twisted with my mind I try to stay awake for sanity’s sake.
For those wild-eyed horrors are the most evil explorers Sent from the devil and told to dishevel Any semblance of normality with the upmost brutality And leave me in a heap, so afraid of sleep.
I know who to blame, I can tell you his name And creature quite charming making deals so harming I sold my soul to Beelzebub, a drunken bet in a pub I didn’t ask for a lot, just a shiny new yacht.
Well I got my bright vessel but for my soul I must wrestle When I catch forty winks, The Dark Lord he thinks: Let’s go play in his head, make him wish he was dead, And the gamble regret, praying instead for death
Like a poor mouse that, is caught by the cat I know that I'm trapped but my mind has not snapped I hear hell is a scorcher so after all of the torture It’ll be straight down below for eternity I’ll go.
Nightmares I can dismiss, as well as eternity in the abyss Because He’s done worse already; my boat is moored in a jetty If you should happen to see it, you will exclaim ‘******* Oh Satan you’re an awful fellow, that yacht is a most horrible yellow’.