Ghastly protectornSave me from this wastenHe's drifting asleep fasternDrowning the waves of ryennSpinnin' round the ballroom floornRound and round the ballroom floornNever seen but always saught afternAfter, afternnGhastly protectornSave me from this wastenHe shakes me up like no othernLaughing in my facenHe's mouthing off like a bastardnDrowning in those waves of ryennSpinnin' round the ballroom floornRound and round the ballroom floornNever seen but always saught afternAfter, afternnHeaven is a ballroomnWith high celingsnFilled with white balloonsnAnd smoke machines