Murder

Alana Davis

Compositor: Alana Davis

There's a bleeder in my kitchen, and he's pouring on the floor
There's a killer in my hallway, and he's scratching at my door
I think I might’ve heard some screaming
I might’ve heard somebody cry
Now I wonder, am I dreaming, or is my mind telling me a lie?
Well, I can't run any further, and I can't hide anymore
And I think there's been a murder, up on the ground floor

There's a boa in my bathroom, and he's coiling in my sink
He wants my cats, I think
Paranoia in my house, and I'm balanced on the brink
And I can't run any further, and I can't hide anymore
'Cause I think there's been a murder, oh, yeah, up on the ground floor

I'm living in a basement flat, in a quiet part of town
I bet you wonder where my head is at when I'm imagining all these sounds
I'd check it out, but I'm glued to my chair
I can't make it to the door

I could be bugging, but I'd gladly swear
I just heard a body hit the floor
And I can't run any further
I can't hide, I can't hide anymore
And I think there's been a murder, up above me, on the ground
On the ground floor