Grey Matter

I'm getting out
I've had my fill of this terrible town
And if you've got some sense
You'll get too while the getting's still good
I got the creeps
I get the feeling that there's something rank going down
On the bus station
In the side streets
The strangest sensation

Leave them alone, it's like a sixth sense
Leave them alone, it's the strangest sensation
Way down in the grey matter down in the depths of my head
Am I hearing the words of the dead
Or some kind of warning from some kind of sinister source
Some kind of warning from some kind of sinister force

We're coming in
We get a thrill from this terrible town
If you'd been where we've been
You'd be drawn to a place like this too
Like moths to a flame
It shines through the fabric where space gets a little bit thin
And we slip through the cracks
Out of phase with this place
Where there's room for ingenious souls to move in

Leave them alone, it's like a sixth sense
Leave them alone, it's the strangest sensation
Way down in the grey matter down in the depths of my head
Am I hearing the words of the dead
Or some kind of warning from some kind of sinister source
Some kind of warning from some kind of sinister force