He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fistful of tacks Preoccupied with his vengeance Cursing the dead that can't answer him back You know that he has no intentions Of looking your way unless it's to say That he needs you to test his inventions. Hey, come crawl out your window Use your hands an' legs, it won't ruin you How can you say he will haunt you You can go back to him anytime you want to. He looks so truthful, is this how it feels Trying to peel the moon an' expose it With his businesslike anger an' 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. Hey, please crawl out your window Oh, use your hands an' legs, it won't ruin you How can you say he will haunt you You can go back to him anytime you want to. He looks so righteous while your face is so changed As you sit on the box you keep him in While his genocide fools an' his friends rearrange Their religion of the little ten women That backs up their views but your face is so bruised Come on out, the dark is just beginnin'. Hey, please come out your window Oh, use your hands an' legs, it won't ruin you How can you say he will haunt you When you can go back to him anytime that you want to. You got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend If you won't come out your window Yes, come out your window, come out.