TRIP TO THE CITY (fast ominous clean guitar) Verse I Forty-four candles, a trip into town No rooster screaming when the sun comes around A hotel room kingdom, a city escape The miles fell behind them, they laughed on the way The morning came easy, she slept in alone He wandered for breakfast with paper in tow French toast and bacon beneath neon light Then something enormous appeared in his sight Pre-Chorus A mountain of donuts stacked to the sky A woman devouring without asking why Chorus Trip to the city A beautiful day One little needle Took it away Trip to the city The sunshine turned black One poke from a stranger And there was no way back --- Verse II A kid with a grin and a gap in his teeth Ran out of nowhere and struck like a thief A drop of red blood on the front of his shirt He cursed at the brat but ignored the small hurt The park became distant, the houses grew dim A wave of exhaustion came rolling through him A bench in the sunlight, the paper unread The city dissolved into darkness instead Pre-Chorus Bound in a room where the shadows all crawl Something was waiting beyond the wall Chorus Trip to the city A beautiful day One little needle Took it away Trip to the city The sunshine turned black One poke from a stranger And there was no way back --- [Bridge] The door opened slowly... And there she stood. The Donut Queen. Silent. Watching. Waiting. He tried to reason He tried to plead But she only hungered She only had need The weight of a mountain Pressed down on his chest Each breath growing weaker Each heartbeat less --- Breakdown A pig in a black mask Came through the door A pyramid of donuts Then another... then more The woman consumed them Mechanical bliss While somewhere in darkness A figure still hissed Those eyes... Those eyes... He'd seen them before... (scream) THOSE EYES! --- Final Chorus Trip to the city The morning was gold Now memories flicker And everything's cold Trip to the city No warning, no sign Just donuts and darkness And running out of time --- Outro (Clean guitar returns) A rooster at sunrise A farm waking slow A woman with coffee And nowhere to go She carried the scraps To the animals' pen A pig watched her smiling... Satisfied again. (whispered) Good pig... Good pig...
