We're the things that go bump in the night that you can't see Yeah, we're the mishaps that always happen in threes This ain't no rocket science, no big mystery Why the light of day that's shown to us Is absolutely meaningless to me Well first things first, we've gotta find a way To make the beauty of the nighttime last all day We'll do our very best to keep our appetites in check You better watch your back, we want your neck Nothing but rotten apples lay here light years from the tree Got thrown out of the house at the ripe age of three I'll do my very best to keep my feelings off my chest And out of your neck We're the dreams that crumble into nightmares while you sleep Yeah, we're that feeling someone's watching from the street This ain't no rocket science, no big mystery Why the light of day that's shown to us Is absolutely meaningless to me