7 Screaming Diz-Busters

They held their heads with laughs of pain

They learned from men who'd just refrain

From glancing at a mirror's face

Seven screaming diz-busters

Who lurked behind the rose

Cast iron for a bloodstream

And ice behind their eyes

On each and all those holy nights

When dusters dust becomes the sale

And Lucifer the light

The light

They're long so long this time of year

When stars be crossed by twirling fear

You don't suppose I'd prove surprised

Seven screaming diz-busters

Should go the route and die

Without that warmth they've learned to crave

With hardened smiles and evil signs

Bury me near the secret cove

So they'll not know the way

Bury me there behind the rose

So they'll not rile my grave

I'll not reveal whose name still lost

Well their laughs of pain

And their harder smiles

And their rigid arms

And their evil signs

Yeah, the longer days ah, the longer nights

Oh, yeah the longer

Yeah, they're longer still

On each and all those holy nights

When dusters dust becomes the sale

And Lucifer the light