Jordan hides under the table cause Daddy's got something to do Poor kid he don't know sh** what he's got himself into While an empty chair and a vacant stare are always there to keep an eye on you Mind games and shiny names to fan the wounds and lick the flames Let's get your life back on the mend Load up on books and bring your friends We'll get inside your head and then we'll transcribe your confessions Of course you're always welcome here but you're not here to ask questions Feel it in the air There's something hiding in the stairs Here's a man decked out in white Lost at sea and out of sight He hunches down the stairs and down the street to an ATM About five minutes later shuffles up the stairs again And here's some fresher meat now frail and wearing faded pink Escorted by two pretty drones who tell her what to think Trail her nervous motions to the same old ATM She's got nowhere else to go but up the stairs again Don't do it, Come back down, you want to cry You don't need their bullsh** We're all waiting for you I can't imagine what its like to be your parents and watch you slide I see evil in those piles of books inside I see evil in the promises they hide I see evil the spectre he left in your eyes I see evil the grinning spectre in your eyes