" This is a long story, darlin', lay down . . .  I'll fill ya in,
                     and tell you a tale too, so dark, dirty and full of good sin
                     while playin '  GLORIA , by Hendrix, it makes the background wide
                     you'll know what I mean, when my pistol goes off inside . . . "

                                               
It was a thick, still, smothering night
            humid suffocation like never before felt
                              and I'm the Midnight-Maniac
                                        playin' wicked games throughout the Bible Belt
                                           
It was boredom that inspired me, 
             and psychosis, to do things my way 
                              so I torched Gasoline Alley
                                         and turned the road into Hell's Highway

in a jacked Mustang
              lightning injected Supercharged V8
                               pushin' 165
                                          gettin' jerked off by the hands of Fate

Can't go back, way too late
               Fuck it , I've come this far
                               can't make a wet dream dry
                                          can't make a U-turn in a stolen car

so I cranked up the song
                my darkest inner voice took control
                                screaming out all these words
                                           that bled from my shriveled soul . . . 

                   " I saw 50 feet of my future, roll into a wall of raging fire !!
                     enough to base a white lie on, not enough to spark the pyre !!
                     within the caverns of superstition, I trust voices that never tire !!
                     and posessing the strength of a hidden sun,
                     your witchcraft only gets me higher !!      
                     lie in the fields of the most fragrant black roses !!
                     follow your nose to the pathway gravestones !!
                     to a hilltop's Altar to Nature, made of tiny little bones !!
                     while wearing nothing but blackness at midnight !!
                     I follow the Widow river's melodic tones !!
                    a pipe organ opera bellowing out !!
                    drawing breath from ghostly moans !!! 

                    Fuck Yeah Darlin' !!  Are We on the same page ?!!!
                    A psycho - murderous - sexual kind of rage ?!!!

I thought I'd broken my fist
                 punchin' the dash to the beat
                                thought I busted the bolts
                                             when I slammed back in the seat

And with the engine temp reaching critical
                  and the tires screamin' around the bend
                                 I flashed back to the very beginning
                                              and I remembered seeing my End . . . 
 

                  "  don't forget to breathe Baby, let me see those inner thighs
                     you know me, no muff too tough - I dive til five
                     and overtime works well for me, unless you get too sore
                     but anyway, back to the story . . . that's if ya wanna hear more ? . . . "