There's a cellphone tucked under your pillow

It makes me junk-sleep

And it doesn't do a thing for growth hormones or dreams

You hear a ringtone but it's just an electronic bleat

It makes you junk-sleep

And the phantom-phone rings on, until we fall asleep at dawn

Was that a ghost-call or drunk-dial?

I'll build a big fat wall, I'll build it 20 feet tall

And when we awake it's vampire-time

And I'll know you for real

And then late at night, when it's drunk-dial time

I'll tell you how I feel

Was that a ghost-call or drunk-dial?

I'll build a big fat wall, I'll build it 20 feet tall

The kids have found a weapon that will change the balance of power

They download high-pitch ringtones

That adults can't hear with their aging ears

The kids have found a weapon, that adults can't hear with their aging ears

That adults can't hear with their aging years

I need a key to your tolerance-room

Where you keep all your books I assume