Eighth song from 1998’s album Garage, Inc - CD1.
Lyrics:
Clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Like acid and oil on a madman’s face
His reasons tends to fly away
Like lesser birds on the four winds
Like silver scrapes in May
Now the sands become a crust
And most of you have gone away
Come Susie dear, let’s take a walk
Just out there upon the beach
I know you’ll soon be married
And you’ll want to know where wind comes from
Well it’s never said at all
On the map that Carrie reads
Behind the clock back there you know
At the Four Winds Bar
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Four winds at the Four Winds Bar
Two doors locked and windows barred
One door left to take you in
The other one just mirrors it
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hellish glare and inference
The oth