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
[radio plays in the background]