The Walls

Sit down and shut up, slams down his coffee cup

Spills it all over his desk, 3 skids, under arrest

“You think you’re gonna act out around here

And make me look like a fool?

You think you’re smart, you little pricks?

Like your above the good lords rule?”

Not my house, not my house

Not my house you little mouse

Not my house, not my house

You little mouse

The Walls, The Walls, The Walls

They are closing in, closin' in

Brace yourself for the unknown

The Walls, The Walls, The Walls

They are closing in, closin' in

Think I’m better off on my own

On my own

I might get lonesome with you

But never when I’m on my own

Pal, you think I give a fuck if you suspend me?

Go ahead play god, pretend

You’re not a moral deplorable running

From a horror story back in South Bend

Thou shall this, thou shall that

Thou shall not tell, where the bodies at

Thou shall this, thou shall that

Thou shall not tell, where the bodies at

The Walls, The Walls, The Walls

They are closing in, closin' in

Brace yourself for the unknown

The Walls, The Walls, The Walls

They are closing in, closin' in

Think I’m better off on my own

On my own

I might get lonesome with you

But never when I’m on my own

I don’t feel you

I don’t fear you

I don’t feel you

I don’t fear you