Murder

There's a bleeder in my kitchen and he's pouring on the floor

There's a killer in my hallway, and he's scratching at my door

I think I might have heard some screaming

I might have heard somebody cry

Now I wonder am I dreaming or is my mind telling me a lie

Well I can't run any further and I can't hide anymore

And I think there's been a murder up on the ground floor

There's a boa in my bathroom and he's coiling in my sink

He wants my cats I think

Paranoia in my house and I'm balanced on the brink

And I can't run any further and I can't hide anymore

'Cause I think there's been a murder up on the ground floor

I'm living in a basement flat in a quiet part of town

I bet you wonder where my head is at when I'm imagining all these sounds

I'd check it out but I'm glued to my chair

I can't make it to the door

I could be bugging but I'd gladly swear

I just heard a body hit the floor

And I can't run any further

I can't hide, I can't hide anymore

And I think there's been a murder up above me on the ground

On the ground floor