He sits in your room, his tomb
With his 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
He needs you to test his inventions
Hey, crawled out the window
Come on, it won't ruin you
Don't say, that he'll haunt you
You can go back any time you want to
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels?
When he tries 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 pick up his chalk
Or remember where he throws it
Hey, crawl out your window
Come on, it won't ruin you
Don't say, that he will haunt you
You can go back to him any time you want to
Why does he look so righteous, while your face looks so changed?
You must be awful frightened of the box you where you keep him
While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange
Their religion of little tin women
To back up their views, but your face is so bruised
Come out, the dark is beginning
Hey, crawl out your window
Come on, don't say it'll ruin you
Don't say, that he will haunt you
You can go back to him any time you want to