Lord, send down the beetle weekend
Beetle juicing in my brain
Sequel weekend in the sky
I'm in love with days and I don't know why

The well's been cold since the past years
Beetle me in a second time stream
You gotta go where there's work that does
Digital juice in digital chance

Now I take small steps like You scared me to
But I don't know what I'm gonna do
I couldn't help what people scared
So I went and gave it all away

Too many ghosts is the big scary line
I got a ghost fire going in the back of my house
Kicking up ghost, kicking up tears
Kicking up scare, kicking up fear

Now there's a world of sequel, there's a world of crud
There's a world at the end of my beetlejuice
A digital day for an analog bruise
Which world do I choose?