Murder

There's a bleeder in my kitchen
And he's pouring on the floor
There's a killer in my hallway
And he's scratching at my door

I think I might've heard some screaming
I might've 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

And I can't run any further
And I can't hide anymore
'Cause I think there's been a murder
Oh, yeah, 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