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Out here on the edge of town Minds are lost and seldom are found Children dancing 'round an open grave They say we're too gone to be saved But sometimes I hear the call The writing is on the wall Lunatics they hear the call And find out there's nothing at all By moonlight you hacked up your wife Insanity it shreds through your life Children dancing 'round her early grave You've become their psychopathic slave Yeah one night you'll hear the call The writing is on the wall Lunatics they hear the call And find out there's nothing at all In the Valley of Madness From Letras Mania