Seven Screaming Diz-Busters

They held their heads with laughs of pain
They learned from men whod just refrain
From glancing at a mirrors 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
Theyre long so long this time of year
When stars be crossed by twirling fear
You dont suppose Id prove surprised
Seven screaming diz-busters
Should go the route and die
Without that warmth theyve learned to crave
With hardened smiles and evil signs
Bury me near the secret cove
So theyll not know the way
Bury me there behind the rose
So theyll not rile my grave
Ill 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, theyre longer still
On each and all those holy nights
When dusters dust becomes the sale
And lucifer the light