There's a home upon the hillside Up above this cloud of dirt And the music of the windchime Has been known to shake the earth
I'm the woman in the window Making plans to never leave In the prison of my building Trying hard to not be seen Doing my best to not be seen
Electrical underworld Electrical underworld
Has anybody seen my baby? Can you tell me how she's been? The weight has finally lifted Now we don't have to run again We don't have to run again, no no
Hey, coat rider They don't rattle me Hey, coat rider Baby, rattle me Hey, coat rider Baby, rattle me Hey, coat rider Baby, rattle me Hey, ghost rider Baby, rattle me Hey, ghost rider Baby, rattle me
