i hear you talking as I lie awake i don't have anything for you to take i hear you turning in your bed at night i don't have any way to fight my fright
i hear you knocking knocking on my door i don't remember anything before i guess it was a different kind of life where two and two did not add up to five
you've got some dirt under your fingernails your only diet is earthworms and snails your blood is color green and eyes are blue and everything i do i do for you
you've got a hobby to collect my hair and what you do with it, i'm not aware you sit and stare into a wall for hours and all the whole wide world, my love, is ours
forgive me if i ever do you wrong the way you treat me does not make me strong i have a policy of do not kill but if i have to then i guess i will