Screaming Through December

(альбом: War Babies - 1974)

What a crew we made up, there was Faustus
Burnt out from playing too many bars
On the Jersey Shore
And Sammy, almost bald
From ironing her hair too much back in '64
And me, Phazon, out of phase
At least my temporary name for the day
All blown away and screaming
All blown away and screaming
All blown away and screaming
Through December

We crossed state lines, we was burning
Although the cold could freeze your hand
To the steel of a wheel
"Miami." Just a cold-hearted word
From a warm, smiling man on a sign in a field
We laughed just to take up time
Hmm, the job was starting to dry
As we went screaming
As we went screaming
As we went screaming
Through December

"Quasar, Quasar" were the first words
I heard from Faustus all day
And giggling, he apologized
And then returned to flicking his blade
I sighed, bleary-eyed
And tried to remember the way
As we went screaming

A year does go by, what a difference
Twelve months can make
When you're living a hundred years in one
Sammy, she went home
And now she's living in a room with a gun
Faustus ate glass for an appetizer
And bled all over his synthesizer
As he went screaming
As he went screaming
As he went screaming
Through December