Screaming Through December

What a crew we made up there was faustus

Burnt out from playing too many bars, on a jersey shore

And sammy, almost bald from ironing her hair too much

Back in '64

And me and phazon out of phase, of least my temporary

Name for the day

Oh, blown away and screaming

All blown away and screaming

All blown away and screaming thru' december

We crossed state lines we were burning

Although the cold could freeze your hand, to the steel

Of the wheel

Miami, just a cold hearted word

From a warm smiling man on a sign in a field

We laughed just o take up some time my (hmmm) job

Was staring to dry, and we went screaming thru' december