Sit down, shut up
Slams down his coffee cup
Spills it all over his desk
Three Skids under arrest

You think you're gonna act out around here?
Make me look like a fool?
You think you're smart, you little pricks?
Like you're above the Good Lord's rules?
Not in my house, not in my house
Not in my house, you little mouse
Not in my house, not in my house
Not in my house, you little mouse

The walls, the walls
The walls, they are closing in, closing in
Brace yourself for the unknown
The walls, the walls
The walls, they are closing in, closing in
Am I better off
On my own
On my own
I might get lonesome with you
But never when I'm
On my own
(Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha)

Pal, you think I'd give a fuck if you suspend me
Go ahead, play God, pretend
You're not a moral deplorable
Running from a horror story back in South Bend

Thou shalt this
Thou shalt that
Thou shalt not tell where the body's at
Thou shalt this
Thou shalt that
Thou shalt not tell where the body's at