Lyrics You Fool, Warren Is Dead! - The Darkest of The Hillside Thickets

You Fool, Warren Is Dead!

Now Harley Warren was a hell of a guy
But there’s a look in his eye
He dragged me out to the swamp at night
He wouldn’t tell me why
He’s got a book, I got the lanterns
Portable telephone
We found a slab in the burial grounds
And we lifted it off and he set down the stairs in the gloom
«I'm all alone in a city of bone,»
Harley Warren intoned from the end of the phone
He saw a thing that he would not tell
And then he pleaded that I beat it home
I couldn’t say how long I was there
Calling down for Warren, stupefied
But there is one thing I’ll never forget:
The gelatinous voice that replied, that replied—
«You fool, Warren is dead!
«You fool, Warren is dead!
«You fool, Warren is dead!
«You fool!»
Give me a sign
That you’re still on the line
I can’t leave you behind
Is there something malign?
I got chills on my spine
Am I losing my mind tonight?
Give me a sign
That you’re still on the line
I can’t leave you behind
Is there something malign?
I got chills on my spine
Am I losing my mind tonight?
Give me a sign
That you’re still on the line
I can’t leave you behind
Is there something malign?
I got chills on my spine
Am I losing my mind tonight?
Dead!
Dead!
Dead!
Give me a sign
That you’re still on the line
I can’t leave you behind
Is there something malign?
I got chills on my spine
Am I losing my mind tonight?
Dead!
Dead!
Dead!
Give me a sign
That you’re still on the line
I can’t leave you behind
Is there something malign?
I got chills on my spine
Am I losing my mind tonight?
Dead!
Dead!
Dead!
You fool, Warren is dead!
Dead!
Dead!
Dead!
You fool, Warren is dead!
Dead!
Dead!
Dead!
You fool, Warren is dead!