Deadstar (Live from Le Zenith)

What's he building in there?

I'll climb down the stairs

What's he building in there?

I'll tell you one thing, he's not building a playhouse for the children

What's he building in there?

And what's that sound from underneath the door?

It's in the walls and the hardwood floor

I swear to God, I heard someone moaning low

I keep seeing the blue light of a TV show

He has a router and a table saw

You won't believe what Mr. Stitches saw

There's poison underneath the sink, of course

There's also enough formaldehyde to choke a horse

What's he building in there?

What the hell is he building in there?

I heard he has an ex-wife

Some place called Mayor's Income, Tennessee

They used to have a consulting business in Indonesia

But what's he building in there?

He has no friends

But he has a lot of land

What's that tune he's always whistling?

What's he doing in there?

What's he building?

Shame on you for thinking you're an exception

We're all to blame, crashing down to Earth

Wasting and burning out, yeah, fading like a death star

Harm is coming your way, it's coming your way

You used to be everything to me

And now, you're tired of fighting

Tired of fighting, fighting yourself

Shame on you for thinking you're all alone

If you want, I'll make you wish you were failing to impress

Why can't you sleep with someone who'll protect you, yeah

Harm is coming your way, it's coming your way

You used to be everything to me

And now, you're tired of fighting

Tired of fighting, fighting yourself

Merci

Bonsoir, Paris