I was born in a town where everyone frowns and my name is carved in the wall
In the basement there by the hall
And the cops don't come when you call
They say the radio plays the voices of ghosts
And the doorknobs turn on their own
Some stranger's calling our phone
Always knows when somebody's home
The fire it burns your face it does yearn
Tornadoes lift up your car
Dogs lose their bark
Ground is cold night is dark
