Black Butter, Past - The Strawberry Alarm Clock

I remember nights alone

When streetlights' glow would fill the room

Figures beat a native drum

And played a song foretelling to

Sing a song, try not to utter

Words at night that say

Black butter, ooh

Look around the room you’re in

And pick out something you really need

Take it in your hands and touch it

If you strike it, will it bleed?

And if it dies, you’ll hear the cries

And know the meaning of

Black butter, ooh