A figure walks behind you
A figure walks behind you
Shadow walks behind you
Figure walks behind you

Days of booze and roses
Shine on us, free us all
Who is not irascible
He is no genius

A figure walks behind you
A figure walks behind you
Shadow walks behind you
Figure walks behind you

The old golden savages
Killed their philosophers
Thought brought the drought about
Something followed me out
Go out again

A figure walks behind you
Shadow walks behind you
A figure walks behind you
Shadow walks behind you

And if it grabs my coattail
I will turn and hit it
It may remove the pegs
Keeping my eyes open

And a figure walks behind you
Shadow walks behind you
Figure walks behind you
Shadow walks behind you

It's got eyes of brown, watery
Nails of pointed yellow
Hands of black carpet
It's a quick trip to ice house
Quick trip to ice house
Quick trip to ice house
Quick trip to ice house

A figure walks behind you
Shadow walks behind you
Figure walks behind you
Shadow walks behind you
You
You
You

You
You
You
You

A figure walks behind you
Shadow walks behind you
Figure walks behind you
A shadow walks behind you
You
You
You

And now tales of terror
Which my father told me
They never scared me
But not only is it the blind who cannot see
That figure behind you
Behind you
Behind you
Behind you
You
You

That figure kept on walking
That figure kept on walking
That figure kept on walking
That figure kept on walking behind you
Behind you
Behind you
Behind you

Who's the man on my trail?
There's a man on my trail
There's a man on my trail
There's a man on my trail and it's also behind you
Behind you
Behind you
Behind you

That figure kept on walking
That figure kept on walking
That figure kept on walking
That figure kept on walking behind you
Behind you
Behind you

A figure walks
A figure walks
A figure walks
A figure walks

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Writer(s): Mark Edward Smith