And so, my tender lumplings, let my welcome hear you now. Into our flesh-pink home of hearts, we greet you with a bow. So entertain we must (We may!) our pleasure from within, the Oingo Boingo treasure chest of lust and mortal sin! We'll take you to a place you'd like to visit least of all, where great-great aunts and uncles died and worms and spiders crawl. The graveyard is a peaceful place where people tread about, but late at night the tenants leave their rooms to sing and shout. So take heed, brothers, the full moon grows! And may the good lord save your souls!