Eighth song from 1998's album Garage, Inc - CD1. Lyrics: Clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst Out at you from their hiding place Like acid and oil on a madman's face His reasons tends to fly away Like lesser birds on the four winds Like silver scrapes in May Now the sands become a crust And most of you have gone away Come Susie dear, let's take a walk Just out there upon the beach I know you'll soon be married And you'll want to know where wind comes from Well it's never said at all On the map that Carrie reads Behind the clock back there you know At the Four Winds Bar Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Four winds at the Four Winds Bar Two doors locked and windows barred One door left to take you in The other one just mirrors it Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hellish glare and inference The oth
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