Stuck like a mouse on a spinning wheel, that never goes anywhere;
Running through the smoking den, round and round again.
Smoky voices, smoky urns, and smoky clothes that hide the burns;
You light the flux, you pay the bucks; you wake, again.
Spin from the middle and around again, you might not see the thread;
Running from the ghostly men, round and round again.
Scary stories, scary coups, and scary smiles that hide the blues
You find the drug that caused the bug, you wake, again.
There's; no; way; out; of; this; night; mare,
While I'm wasting all my time, like Asian Umbrella Man.
Launch from the bottom, headed for the air, but you cannot take a breath;
Swimming with a broken fin, up and up again.
The panicked soul, the panicked stare, the panicked man who stole your air;
You smash the glass, you grab the grass, you wake, again.
There's; no; way; out; of; this; night; mare,
While I'm wasting all my time, like Asian Umbrella Man.
Leave it all behind;
The superstitious ties.
Feeling that every year that passes,
Makes wasted holes in time.
Slip through the railing, like a ragged doll, you cannot grab the air
Falling from the tower ledge, down and down again.
Panicked minds, panicked hands, panicked souls that judge the fall.
You see the ground, you hear the pound, you wake again.
There's; no; way; out; of; this; night; mare,
While I'm wasting all my time, like Asian Umbrella Man.
Lyrics by John Berry