Under the lash and vaguely ill
I flew a black kite over the hill
Henpecked, ridden and racked
Goth in the light of July ain’t no Halloween Jack

I became a panic in the Spanish castles
Love and joy make it possible

Waste not, want not, pome and spring
Happy rapture and pleasantries
Lurchers, I’d say beware
Hi, reaper, they’re right over there

I became a panic in the Spanish castles
A peculiar man, the unthinkable

We lift ourselves from the waters of oblivion
And there will be no more
Regret like before
Everyone, everyone
Let’s panic

I became a panic in the Spanish castles
Love and joy make it possible