No one goes down to that house on a hill at the end of my street no more Windows all boarded up It's been burning a hole in my mind since the time that I first let it in I guess we are all abrupt Easy tiger You have no frame of reference I could be your shady, dark entry I am god damn I am, am I just died, I just I guess I just saw a ghost Pretend to be someone she is not In bed with a pen in the lions den While you're somewhere at the ball Looking at a photograph of me But probably not Easy tiger It's not so bad as your books say Sweet pea, you liar You'll never be what your books say I am your shady, dark entry Sweet pea, calm down We're not so bundled up I am god damn