The trapdoor is closed, and the assembled host wonders
Will it ever open?
When will the killing spree begin?
Batman screams at the top of his lungs
Losing his famous Bat cool
The mob is dirty, unwashed, rusted, and mustachioed
If they won't open that door, we should!!!
The mob dares not strike
It's too dangerous
Sleepy time dangerous time it's all a reaction time
On the other side of the door the enemy grows stronger
The days grow unfavorable, more darkness, low tides
There's no reason in any of it
Trapeze it and twist it, there's no reason
He lookes at it too, and there's no plan
They wait and Batman rages
It's not the way it was supposed to be