G                      C              G               C/G             D
He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks
Am                                G
Preoccupied with his vengeance
G                  Bm                   Am             D
Cursing the dead that can't answer him back
       Am                                C
You know that he has no intentions
        D
Of looking your way, unless it's to say
              Am                               C                D
That he needs you to test his inventions.

        G       C                       D
        Oh, crawl out your window
        G                              C                  D
        Use your arms and legs it won't ruin you
        G                     C                 D
        How can you say he will haunt you?
                             G                C                    D
        You can go back to him any time you want to.


He looks so truthful, is this how he feels
Trying to peel the moon and expose it
With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel
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.

        Oh, please crawl out your window?
        Use your arms and legs it won't ruin you
        How can you say he will haunt you?
        You can go back to him any time you want to.

He look so righteous while your face is so changed
As you sit on the box you keep him in
While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange
Their religion of the little ten women
That backs up their views but your face is so bruised
Come on out the dark is just beginning.

        Hey, please crawl out your window?
        oh, use your arms and legs it won't ruin you
        How can you say he will haunt you?
        When you can go back to him any time you want to.

You got a lot of nerve to say you are my friend
You won't come out your window
Yes, come out your window.
Oh, my. . . .


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