whokilledcookie: leave house
whokilledcookie: 'cause all I want is the moon upon a stick
whokilledcookie: there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
whokilledcookie: all my lovers were there with me
whokilledcookie: I may be paranoid, but no adroid
whokilledcookie: you and whose army?
whokilledcookie: we ride tonight, ghost horses
whokilledcookie: it is now the witching hour
whokilledcookie: I'm your superhero
whokilledcookie: I could have sworn, I saw a light coming on