Megadeth
Lucretia [Live]
Sitting up late at night
I tiptoe through the darkness
Cold as hell, black as spades
Aware of my immediate surroundings
In my place, I escape
Up into my hideout
Hiding from everyone, my friends all say
"Dave, you're mental anyway", hey
Drift into a deeper state
Stalk the cobwebbed stairways
Dirt grits beneath my feet
The stair creaks, I precariously sneak
Hypnosis guides my hand
I slip slide through the walkways
Sit in granny's rocking chair
Memories are whirling by, yeah
Reminisce in the attic
Lucretia waits impatiently
Cobwebs make me squint
The cobra so eloquently glints
Moonbeams surge through the sky
The crystal ball is energized
Surely that, like the cat
Waiting, Lucretia rocks away