Belushi
Copyright © 1985 Sally Stricker

Black eyes inside the mirror
A chill goes up and down your spine
Blow every dream you ever wanted
You know the danger's your enticer
So much to say
Friends come to play
So much to say
No friends today

Get a hit get a hit get a hit now
Hear the warning
Get a hit get a hit get a hit now
Almost morning
Get a hit get a hit get a hit now
Heed the warning
Get a hit get a hit get a hit
See them mourning

Can't let a second go without a sound
O to sleep is to die
You let them dance before your fire
Their fading laughter your enticer

Step once again unto the mirror
Reflect upon the stranger there
You gave your life to kiss the gods
The painful grip of your enticer