People are strange

The killer awoke before dawn

he put his boots on
he took a face from the ancient gallery
and he walked on down the hall
he went into the room where his sister lived
and then...
he... paid a visit to his brother and then he walked down the hall
and he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, i want to kill you
Mother...i want to...fuck you...


There's a killer on the road
his brain is squirmin' like a toad
take a long holiday
let your children play
if you give this man a ride
sweet memory will die
killer on the road...

Drive through your suburbs
into your blues
i see your hair is burning
hills are filled with fire
if the say i never loved you
you know they are a liar
driving down your freeways
midnight alleys roam
cops in car, the topless bars
never saw a woman so alone...

When the music is over
Love me two times
Love street
Hello i love you
Love her madly
Who do you love
Five to one
Gloria
The end
Strange days
People are strange
Light my fire
L.A. Woman
Riders on the storm