Mistwalker - Bats in the Belfry

Lunatics roam the streets tonight
This city is now an asylum
Where sanity is no longer found
We, the mad ones, are at home

Lock your doors
Shut the windows tight
No mercy for the sane
You won't live to see the morning light

Bats in the belfry
Squirrels in the attic
Owls up in the loft
Mad as a march hare
With a thousand yard stare
From years locked in an undercroft

Ahhhh

Bats in the belfry
Squirrels in the attic
Owls up in the loft
Mad as a march hare
With a thousand yard stare
From years spent locked in an undercroft

Written by:
Greg Sweetapple

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