The Walls

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 rule?

Not my house, not my house

Not my house, you little mouse

Not my house, not my house

Not my house, you little mouse

The walls, the walls, the walls

They are closing in, closing

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

Pal, you think I give a fuck if you suspend me?

Go ahead, play God

Pretend you're not a moral deplorable

Running from horror story back in South Bend

Thou shall this, thou shall that

Thou shall not tell where the bodies at

Thou shall this, thou shall that

Thou shall not tell where the bodies at

The walls, the walls, the walls

They are closing in, closing

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

On my own

I might get lonesome with you

But never when I'm on my own

I feel you

I fear you

I feel you

I fear you

I feel you

I fear you

I feel you

I fear you

I feel you

I fear you

I feel you

I fear you