when you hear that rooster crow and your stuff is brewing you can hear them miles below rattling around when the bones begin to bounce on the jungle gym subway two miles down they bay like hounds rattling around jump up and grind one curvy line jump up and grind in a forest nowhere bound where the moss is misty you can feel them underground rattling around when the moon turns red as blood and the sky is orange they're the cause of the quivering mud rattling around jump up and grind one curvy line jump up and grind under the candy corn rug of rusted leaves under the floorboards down where the pawprints lead where they make that where they make that where they make that where they make that where they make that where they make that that that sound jump up and grind one curvy line jump up and grind