Music By The Mythics

hearing me hear from u.01

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Now at midnight all the ancients, And the superhuman crew, Come out and round up everyone, That knows more than they do. Then they bring them to the factory, Where the heart attack machine, Is strapped across their shoulders, And then the kerosene. Is brought down from the castles, By insurance men who go, Check to see that no one is escaping, To Desolation Row.”