Picture if you will a man with feet upon his forehead.
Since he was a kid his friends told him he looked horrid.
He's had his head checked out with x-rays.
He's smelled those feet for all of his days.

You are now in
A zone that we call Twilight.
Your world has been
Left behind over night.

Time is not a matter when you're living in here.
Things don't always happen in a perfect order.
I'd try to give you a description.
You'd say the doc changed my prescription.

You are now in
A zone that we call Twilight.
Your world has been
Left behind over night.
Oh-oh, oh, oh. Twilight Zone,
Will be carried off,
Carried of to a room of, Styrophome.
Cause we are full of it.

Maybe if our writers weren't quite so laid-back,
We could change the ratings and then get our show back.
I've watched the doctor give a floggin'.
I've heard a rattle in my noggin.

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