East Side Screamer

I was on track

Lost my place in line

But I'm still gonna make it home on time

Past the window where I used to see Paul

Hope he's still got four walls

Hope he's not out here in the cold with the freaks

Don't look now, one's coming up the street

Sounding like a banshee, yelling in his phone

I know on the other end is a dial tone

Four blocks out, but it sounds like he's right here

Then he veers off, and he disappears

Disembodied voice from a porch says

"Shut the fuck up"

And he stops, spins around, and the only thing is us

East Side Screamer

East Side Screamer

It was me, and the dude, and Shannon

A speck getting bigger every second

Right-angle arm just pumping

As I brace myself for a pummeling

They were pointing to the house, saying, "It wasn't us"

But there's nothing on the porch but fairy dust

Now he's screaming maybe one inch from my face

Then he turns around and runs off without a trace

East Side Screamer

East Side Screamer

East Side Screamer

East Side Screamer