Oingo Boingo - s**er For Mystery lyrics

And i've always been a s**er for mystery And i've always been a s**er for mystery And i've always been a s**er for mystery And i've always been a s**er for mystery So i turn to the left and i turn to the right But none of the answers are in sight So i made a mistake maybe once or twice And i can't even get to paradise And a priest came up to me and touched my face He said terrible things happen round this place Such terrible things happen round this place Such terrible things happen round this place No demon, no man has got a clue But surely son, the end will turn out right for you 'cause i've always been a s**er for mystery And i've always been a s**er for mystery There's a little boy walking up the stairs Through a dark hallway that leads nowhere He comes to a door but he's afraid to knock And he bends down low and peers throught the lock And there's a tall man standing with a glistening knife And he's stooping over something that has no life With stifled tears he starts to turn away But a strange little voice seems to whisper "stay!" He's always been a s**er for mystery And he's always been... (chorus) I don't want to say good bye I want to give it one more try I don't want to say good bye I want to give it one more try Won't somebody help Won't somebody help I'm all alone now with nothing to do And i'm all dressed up with nowhere to go And i'm stuck with two tickets to an awful show And my mouth's full of words but i've got nothing to say And i've been sitting in front of the tv set all day And my head's in a vice and it won't let up And my feet won't move and if that ain't enough The telephone rings... "hello!" I've seen children with such angry faces When you look in their eyes, it makes you want to cry There's a time and a place for everything There's a time and a place for everything Now it doesn't seem fair But who cares they're someone else's As long as they don't come close to mine There's a time and a place for everything There's a time and a place for everything So we packed our bags and went back to the hotel In back of the squalor and the living hell And they sell you this and they sell you that They sell you their sister for a buck and a half Such terrible things happen round this place Such terrible things happen round this place Such terrible things happen round this place And people disappear without a trace And i've always been a s**er for mystery And i've always been... Well the mystery that intrigues me the most Is the one that makes men give up hope The pride and the search for even little things That might give a meaning, or even a hint Cause how can a free man not have hope When he hasn't even reached the end of his rope I don't want to say good bye I want to give it one more try I don't want to close the gate I still think that it's not too late I know when i reach the end I want to start all over again And i've always been a s**er for mystery...