Sittin' up late at night

I tiptoe through the darkness

Cold as hell, black as spades

Aware of my immediate surrounding

It's in my place well I escape

Up into my hideout

Hiding from everyone, my friends all say

"Dave you're mental anyway", hey

Drift into a deeper state

I stalk the cobwebbed stairways

Dirt grits beneath my feet, the stair creaks

I precariously sneak, yeah

Hypnosis guides my hand

I slip slide through the walkways

Sit in granny's rockin' chair

Memories are whirlin' 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's energized

Surely that like the cat waiting

Lucretia rocks away, yeah