i am the key to the lock in your house
that keeps your toys in the basement
and if you get too far inside
you’ll only see my reflection
it’s always best with the covers up
i am the pick in the ice
do not cry out or hit the alarm
you know we’re friends till we die
and either way you turn, i’ll be there
open up your skull, i’ll be there
climbing up the walls
it’s always best when the light is off
it’s always better on the outside
fifteen blows to the back of your head
fifteen blows to your mind
so lock the kids up safe tonight
shut the eyes in the cupboard
i’ve got the smile of a local man
who’s got the loneliest feeling
that either way you turn, i’ll be there
open up your skull and i’ll be there
climbing up the walls
climbing up the walls
climbing up the walls