So quiet
I can hear that the refrigerator is on
I can hear the fabric of your sleeping bag
How it sounds someone else's floor
There was a small riot
That kept me up until dawn
It seems someone had something to say
To the rest of the party out on the lawn
Who called?
What the hell did they say?
Get off the telephone right now
Don't throw another minute away
Please, not today, not today
There's a man around
His face always firetruck red
I've heard there were angels in his head
But now he holds a baseball bat instead
And there that famous sound
That the snow makes under my feet
When a snowball to cold for a snowball falls
Saves me from my impending week
Who called?
What the hell did they say?
Get off my doorstep right now
Don't you dare get in my way
No, not today, not today
Who called?
What the hell did they say?
Get off the telephone right now
Don't throw another minute away
Because there are ghosts, yeah
And they don't even wait to call
They will crawl up in your skin
And they will come out from the walls, if you let them