| The midnight hour rolls around
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| And I catch the bus downtown
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| I crawl through the city streets
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| With all the twisted freaks
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| The room fills up so quick
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| With all the perverts and the lunatics
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| I crouch down low in my seat
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| And watch tonight’s midnight movie
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| I want to see so much gore it makes me sick
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| I want to see death by a crucifix
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| I want to see a celluloid acid trip
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| At the midnight movies
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| You’ll catch me down at Waverly
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| Seeing all the things I’m not supposed to see
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| I just keep focused on the screen
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| I get my fill from the projection machine
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| I want to see so much blood it makes me sick
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| I want to see divine eat some shit
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| I want to see the eraserhead baby hiss
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| At the midnight movies |