There's a bleeder in my kitchen, And he's pouring on my floor. There's a k**er in my hallway, And he's scratching at my door. I think I might have heard some screaming; I might have heard somebody cry. Now I wonder am I dreaming, Or is my mind telling me a lie? Well I can't run any further, And I can't hide anymore. And I think there's been a murder, Up on the ground floor. There's a boa in my bathroom, And he's coiling in my sink; He wants my cats I think. Paranoia in my house now, and I'm balanced on the brink. Well I can't run any further,
And I can't hide anymore. And I think there's been a murder, Up on the ground floor. I'm living in a basement flat, in a quiet part of town. I bet you wonder where my head is at, when I'm imagining all these sounds. I'd check it out but I'm glued to my chair; I can't make it to the door. I could be bugging, but I'd gladly swear: I just heard a body hit the floor, And I can't run any further. I can't hide, I can't hide anymore, And I think there's been a murder, up above me on the ground, On the ground floor.