Oingo Boingo - Sucker For Mystery Lyrics
And Ive always been a sucker for mysteryAnd Ive always been a sucker for mysteryAnd Ive always been a sucker for mysteryAnd Ive always been a sucker for mysterySo I turn to the left and I turn to the rightBut none of the answers are in sightSo I made a mistake maybe once or twiceAnd I cant even get to paradiseAnd a priest came up to me and touched my faceHe said terrible things happen round this placeSuch terrible things happen round this placeSuch terrible things happen round this placeNo demon, no man has got a clueBut surely son, the end will turn out right for youcause Ive always been a sucker for mysteryAnd Ive always been a sucker for mysteryTheres a little boy walking up the stairsThrough a dark hallway that leads nowhereHe comes to a door but hes afraid to knockAnd he bends down low and peers throught the lockAnd theres a tall man standing with a glistening knifeAnd hes stooping over something that has no lifeWith stifled tears he starts to turn awayBut a strange little voice seems to whisperStay!Hes always been a sucker for mysteryAnd hes always been...(chorus)I dont want to say good byeI want to give it one more tryI dont want to say good byeI want to give it one more tryWont somebody helpWont somebody helpIm all alone now with nothing to doAnd Im all dressed up with nowhere to goAnd Im stuck with two tickets to an awful showAnd my mouths full of words but Ive got nothing to sayAnd Ive been sitting in front of the tv set all dayAnd my heads in a vice and it wont let upAnd my feet wont move and if that aint enoughThe telephone rings... hello!Ive seen children with such angry facesWhen you look in their eyes, it makes you want to cryTheres a time and a place for everythingTheres a time and a place for everythingNow it doesnt seem fairBut who cares theyre someone elsesAs long as they dont come close to mineTheres a time and a place for everythingTheres a time and a place for everythingSo we packed our bags and went back to the hotelIn back of the squalor and the living hellAnd they sell you this and they sell you thatThey sell you their sister for a buck and a halfSuch terrible things happen round this placeSuch terrible things happen round this placeSuch terrible things happen round this placeAnd people disappear without a traceAnd Ive always been a sucker for mysteryAnd Ive always been...Well the mystery that intrigues me the mostIs the one that makes men give up hopeThe pride and the search for even little thingsThat might give a meaning, or even a hintCause how can a free man not have hopeWhen he hasnt even reached the end of his ropeI dont want to say good byeI want to give it one more tryI dont want to close the gateI still think that its not too lateI know when I reach the endI want to start all over againAnd Ive always been a sucker for mystery...
