Thought that they might follow you Through locked doors and alleys, too To the tiny place you call your own They're watching from the shrubs above The garden
They know that you're horrible They know that you're horrible They know that you're horrible They know that you're horrible
Thought that you might get a break Get a job and maybe save Enough for a new hiding place Thought that you might get away from us.
But we know that you're horrible We know that you're horrible We know that you're horrible We know that you're horrible
It is a trap It is a cage A sterile place An empty place A walk away I thought some people saw me Cut it out
Show us the pieces In parts and clubs In halves that shift In length a crystal Lake so clear that you Can see what's crawling
On its bottom On its bottom On its bottom On its bottom On its bottom
