You Fool, Warren Is Dead! - The Darkest of The Hillside Thickets

Now Harley Warren was a hell of a guy

But there’s a look in his eye

He dragged me out to the swamp at night

He wouldn’t tell me why

He’s got a book, I got the lanterns

Portable telephone

We found a slab in the burial grounds

And we lifted it off and he set down the stairs in the gloom

«I'm all alone in a city of bone,»

Harley Warren intoned from the end of the phone

He saw a thing that he would not tell

And then he pleaded that I beat it home

I couldn’t say how long I was there

Calling down for Warren, stupefied

But there is one thing I’ll never forget:

The gelatinous voice that replied, that replied—

«You fool, Warren is dead!

«You fool, Warren is dead!

«You fool, Warren is dead!

«You fool!»

Give me a sign

That you’re still on the line

I can’t leave you behind

Is there something malign?

I got chills on my spine

Am I losing my mind tonight?

Give me a sign

That you’re still on the line

I can’t leave you behind

Is there something malign?

I got chills on my spine

Am I losing my mind tonight?

Give me a sign

That you’re still on the line

I can’t leave you behind

Is there something malign?

I got chills on my spine

Am I losing my mind tonight?

Dead!

Dead!

Dead!

Give me a sign

That you’re still on the line

I can’t leave you behind

Is there something malign?

I got chills on my spine

Am I losing my mind tonight?

Dead!

Dead!

Dead!

Give me a sign

That you’re still on the line

I can’t leave you behind

Is there something malign?

I got chills on my spine

Am I losing my mind tonight?

Dead!

Dead!

Dead!

You fool, Warren is dead!

Dead!

Dead!

Dead!

You fool, Warren is dead!

Dead!

Dead!

Dead!

You fool, Warren is dead!