Returns

He sits in your room, his tomb with a fist full of tacks
Preoccupied with his vengeance
Cursing the dead that can't answer him back
You know that he has no intentions
Of looking your way unless it's to say
That he needs you to test his inventions
Babe, come, crawl out your window
Use your hands and your legs, it won't ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him anytime you want to
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels?
When I try to peel the moon and expose it
With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel
Yeah, if he needs a third eye he just grows it
He just needs you to talk or to hand him his chalk
Or pick it up after he throws it
Babe, please crawl out your window
Use your hands and your legs, it won't ruin you
Now how you gonna say that he will haunt you?
When you could go back to him anytime you want to
He look so righteous while your face is so changed
As you sit on the box that you keep him on
While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange
Religion of the little ten women
That backs up their views and their face is so bruised
Come on out, the dark is just beginning
Babe, please come out your window
Use your hands and your legs, it won't ruin you
How can you say that he will haunt you?
When you can go back to him anytime you want to
You got a lot of nerve to say you are my friend
If you won?t come out your window
You got a lot of nerve to say you are my friend
If you won?t come out your window
You got a lot of nerve to say you are my friend
If you won?t come out your window
Yeah, a lot of nerve to say you are my friend
If you won?t come out your window
Come on, please come out your window
You got a lot of nerve
Yeah, you got a lot of nerve to say you are my friend
If you won?t come out your window
Come on, please come out your window
Oh, please come out your window