"Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window" - Roger Daltrey and Wilco Johnson
He sits in your room, his tomb,
With a fist full of tacks
Preoccupied with his vengeance
Cursing the dead that can't answer him back
I'm sure that he has no intentions
Of looking your way, unless it's to say
That he needs you to test his inventions
Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your hands and legs it won't ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels
Trying to peel the moon and expose it
With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel
If he needs a third eye he just grows it
He just needs you to talk or to hand him
His chalk Or pick it up after he throws it
Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your hands and legs it won't ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to
Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed?
Are you frightened of the box you keep him in?
While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange
Their religion of the little tin women
That backs up their views but your face is so bruised
Come on out the dark is beginning.
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