In fables, they come from the cold

-The young and the old travel hills of gold

To a place where your spirit quivers

Because the people in the street like to feed on your darkest wish

Still, they come and they come

And they slowly all lose their emotion

Yes, I got stuck there once ‘cause the car wouldn’t start for me

My obsession, it dominated the show

Because the car wouldn’t start

I got out, and I closed the car door

Ignoring thе vultures as I enterеd a moss-covered store

There was a man behind the counter with a melon-shaped head

And his arms reached the floor

He asked me all about my wish

He asked me all about my dreams

And I said, “There’s one thing for sure

I know the car doesn’t start for me”

I felt drained of emotion as he locked the front door

To carry out some atrocious, empty crime

How dare he!

Carried ‘em out like a vagabond—oh!

And when my car started up, I destroyed the key

I’m left field now

How I’m confused now!

Carried ‘em out like a vagabond—oh!

But when my car started up, I destroyed the key

Then, he lurked in the shadows, playing eye for an eye

But like an Icarus bee, I flew too high!

So, I cried on the radio

I have low self-esteem!

I just cried ‘cause the car wouldn’t start

No, the car wouldn’t start for me!

I was feeling so unlike myself ‘cause his arms were traps

And that ceiling, it doesn’t hold for long

It’s a crashin’ down!

In fables, they come

-All the old and the young

And they dance in the street like fools

And you can’t trust a single damned word they say

‘Cause they’re all borderline insane

No crying, no screaming

This feeling was so unlike myself ‘cause his arms were traps

And that ceiling, it doesn’t hold for long

It’ll crash on down!