Beautiful Gardens

Oh my, oh me
What in the world' come over me?
I'm seeing things that I should never see!
Spiders in my eyelids and ghosts in the cheese
What in the world's come over me?
I've lost touch with reality

Reality
Reality
Reality

Oh my, o hme
The dead walk the angry sea
Vampire lesbos are after me
I'm coming unhinged, weak in the knees
I'm floating away from reality

Reality
Reality
Reality

Hear the wind whistle through my noggin
Paliasades Park by Freddy Cannon
Ride the void to outer space,
Pull my eyeballs right out of my face
A world of leatherwork and rubber ashtrays
Beautiful gardens and all kinds of games

Oh, I've had way too much of me
And now I can't get back to reality

Reality
Reality
Reality
Reality

That's enough.