ᗩᘻᗩᘉᕲᗩᘿᘻᓍ᙭ᓰᖶᗩ - The Black Leather Phantom (Original)

(Verse 1) The headlights flickered out on Lonely Heart Lane A cold wind was howling like a creature in pain I saw a motorcycle sitting in the grass With grease on the chrome and some cracks in the glass And a rider just waiting in a jacket of ink (Chorus) And it’s a spooky, wild ride with the king of the dead A gothic rockabilly nightmare running through my head The guitar is screaming with a heavy tape hiss As we boundary-line jump to a dark, eternal abyss Oh baby, hold tight to the phantom tonight (Verse 2) He kicked the starter pedal and the engine screamed Like a teenage tragedy that nobody dreamed I wrapped my arms around his cold, metal spine And watched the speed dial pass the ninety-nine line We flew right through the gates of the old cemetery (Chorus) And it’s a spooky, wild ride with the king of the dead A gothic rockabilly nightmare running through my head The guitar is screaming with a heavy tape hiss As we boundary-line jump to a dark, eternal abyss Oh baby, hold tight to the phantom tonight (Verse 3) The tombstones were blurring in a vintage streak As we tore up the dirt on the top of the peak He took off his helmet and I saw right through A hollow-eyed skull glowing neon and blue But I was too deep in love to ever feel afraid (Chorus) And it’s a spooky, wild ride with the king of the dead A gothic rockabilly nightmare running through my head The guitar is screaming with a heavy tape hiss As we boundary-line jump to a dark, eternal abyss Oh baby, hold tight to the phantom tonight (Verse 4) The radio was blasting out a rock-and-roll scream A frantic classic melody from a bad dream The ghosts in the ditches were cheering us on As we raced the clock trying to beat out the dawn Before the morning sun could burn us to dust (Chorus) And it’s a spooky, wild ride with the king of the dead A gothic rockabilly nightmare running through my head The guitar is screaming with a heavy tape hiss As we boundary-line jump to a dark, eternal abyss Oh baby, hold tight to the phantom tonight (Verse 5) The morning never came and the night never ends For a couple of rebels making supernatural friends We’re riding that chopper through the dark retro gloom Locked up forever in a rockabilly doom Two shadows flying on a midnight machine (Chorus) And it’s a spooky, wild ride with the king of the dead A gothic rockabilly nightmare running through my head The guitar is screaming with a heavy tape hiss As we boundary-line jump to a dark, eternal abyss Oh baby, hold tight to the phantom tonight