Damn the clowns,
and the puppets with human hands.
Mannequins moving.
My mind barely understands.


Good old-fashioned nightmare fuel,
good old-fashioned nightmare fuel.

I turn away and close my eyes
but it's hard not to visualize some

good old-fashioned nightmare fuel,
good old-fashioned nightmare fuel.


Damn the dolls,
and the robots with human eyes.
Uncanny Valley.
Disfigured, dehumanized.


Good old-fashioned nightmare fuel,
good old-fashioned nightmare fuel.

My heart, it beats at record rates
when Stephen Gammell illustrates

some good old-fashioned nightmare fuel,
good old-fashioned nightmare fuel.


Rapidly aging, and melting away...
Buzz saws for hands, and the monsters of clay...
When videotape logos emerged from the void,
and the unearthly synthesizers they employed,


it was good old-fashioned nightmare fuel,
good old-fashioned nightmare fuel.

I close my eyes and turn away,
but half my mind still wants to play with

good old-fashioned nightmare fuel,
good old-fashioned nightmare fuel,
good old-fashioned nightmare fuel,
good old-fashioned nightmare fuel...