Dr. Stein (Helloween Cover)

When they killed his monster when he went to a trap

I wish I could make him better ones

All the high-end stuff

All I want is something

And I don't want to wait

To a place where he can make it real

And they said, "Stan, you and I have been hurt, and once or twice, now I wish you would do more of this."

And Dr. Sting throws phonic creatures, left and wrong, into the night.

They've become red-rugged musicians, and their tale is a lie.

Let me play!

Sometimes when he feels he's on his creative day

He's got his computers and they play away

They make some music, so scream and they sing

And they feel all blue and gray

And sometimes pink and green

He clunk his head, but it fluttered and it soared.

That bird he found in the reed, that night.

And the tree fell from behind, the slumber never mind.

Here is Alice, and Blue-Eye is alive.

And like two stingless pony creatures,

they run into the night.

They become a great possession in the taste

Dr. Stingray, a funny creature

Let's them run into the night

They become a great oppression in the taste

Alive

I'm his prey

I'm his prey

Tell me