Just like another stormy Monday
Don’t want to go outside my house no more
Got to move out before the dogs arrive
And there ain’t no open doors here
We’re not going to get out of here alive.
faces in the trees their staring eye’s all over me,
Staring eyes all over me.
Not laying dead down on the floor
Nowhere’s safe in this here nightmare
Just get back home and lock your door
Just keep a low profile in this here crazy town
Just get back home and lock your door
Don’t go outside my house no more
Just get back home and lock your door
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