Climbing Up The Walls

I am the key to the lock in your house,

that keeps your toys in the basement,

and if you get too far inside,

you'll only see my reflection.

It's always best when the light is off

I am the pick in the ice

do not cry out or hit the alarm,

we're friends till we die.

And either way you turn, I'll be there,

open up your skull, I'll be there,

climbing up the walls.

It's always best when the light is off,

it's always better on the outside,

fifteen blows to the back of your head,

fifteen blows to your mind.

So tuck the kids in safe tonight,

shut the eyes in the cupboard,

I've got the smell of a local man

who's got the loneliest feeling

That either way you turn, I'll be there,

open up your skull, I'll be there,