Banging The Door

Hallo.
What do you want
You’re irritating, go away, its not my fault
That you’re lonely.
Just look around
I think you’ll find that everyone has the same problem
This is not a real home
The walls are so thin, the neighbours listen in Keep the noise down, they’re complaining
Humiliated, you were born and bred
Humble to the spoon fed
Why worry now, you’re not dead yet
You’ve got a whole lifetime to correct it You’re wasting
Admiring hating
This lot are not happy heroes
Just better actors
A hundred and one dilations
And fifty seven varieties
Outside with the empties
Keep banging the door
Keep banging the door
Keep banging the door
I won’t answer the phone
I won’t answer the door
Reptilians
I won’t let you in If he knew we were here, I’m sure he’d let us in
I won’t let you in Alright, stop Nick
This is not a real home
The walls are so think
The neighbours listen in Keep the noise down
They’re complaining
I won’t let you in If he knew we were here, I’m sure he’d let us in
I won’t let you in I won’t let you in Won’t let you in If he knew we were here, I’m sure he’d let us in
I won’t let you in If he knew we were here, I’m sure he’d let us in Keep banging the door
Keep banging the door
Keep banging the door
I won’t answer the phone, I won’t answer the door
Keep banging the door