The Reanimator

Hunting a trace to the public pools
followed by a dozen of skaters
they drag me down, and they pull me
through
and now I think I need a reanimator
Recovering fast I continue my way
open the door of the building
«It's closing today «, says the man in
white
I turn around maybe they’re filming
Slightly despaired as I kiss him goodbye
«Sorry Boy, but I should be leaving.
Before I treat you the skating kind
I cast a spell and turn you into a
beagle!»
Ain’t loosing hope, there’s still a
chance
beaching the local lido
I see 4oo grannys are drifting by
over an aerea of 5 square meters
I feel treatment over me
This kind of treatment
And this is the end and so we go…