Up to the ears, up to the neck It's for the curious, it's for the hopeful Kick in the doors, climb in the windows It's Midnight service at the mutter museum And I'm glad, glad that you're here Better luck, better luck at the pull-tabs that's what I thought too Do you have any idea how many songs they wrote about you Look at the face, the shape of the skull Leave the road, follow the path It's midnight at the drowning pond ANd I'm glad, glad that you're here Better off not trying hard, that's what I thought too Put on your boots, put on your make-up In the parking lot Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen It's midnight service at the mutter museum And I'm glad, glad that you're here