Zombies of the Stratosphere - On the Wing Lyrics

Down the white halls I go
Passing cold rooms, too slow
Looking for the one that's mine
While the doors and the dinner bells chime

Little white pills, count three
Go to sleep now, baby
Come tomorrow, you'll be
In your chair on the lawn by the pond neath the tree

Girls come and go
On the wing to lay you low
No they don't cry
They turn the beds down at night

Now the major's lost his cool
So they threw him in the sodium pool
If he cries they may give him a treat
Then they roll him up tight in a tidy white sheet

Maybe some day, I might
If the crows and the robins don't fight
See a pure and shining light
Then I'll know once again what is wrong and what's right

And the girls come and go
On the wing to lay you low
No they don't cry
They turn the beds down at night