Lucretia

Music - Mustaine / Ellefson

Lyrics - Mustaine



Sitting up late at night

I tiptoe through the darkness

Cold as hell, black as spades

Aware of my immediate surroundings

In my place, I escape

Up into my hideout

Hiding from everyone, my friends all say

Dave, you're mental any way, hey!

Drift into a deeper state

Stalk the cobwebbed stairways

Dirt grits beneath my feet

The stair creaks, I precariously sneak, yeah!



Hypnosis guides my hand

I slip-slide through the walkways

Sit in Granny's rocking chair

Memories are whirling by, yeah!

Reminiscing in the attic

Lucretia waits impatiently

Cobwebs make me squint

The cobra, so eloquently glints

Moonbeams surge through the sky

The crystal ball is energized

Surely that, like the cat

Waiting, Lucretia rocks away

Solo - Friedman

Solo - Mustaine