I never locked the doorI never stood to gain
You coulda founded a state
Between the love and hate
You coulda landed a plane
And if you need a taste
You gotta grow your own
To do something right
Keep it up at night
And unplug the phone
And you can pile it on
And I will tunnel through
You can borrow my vibe
And make a killing too
Never ask me why
But I can answer you
Here's a little clue
I keep a little book
Where I describe the ghosts
With their size and shape
From shark to ape
Now I propose a toast:
On the second floor
We write it down in code
You gotta punch the clock
You gotta polish the rock
So it doesn't erode
And I can pile it on
And you will tunnel through
You can borrow my vibe
And make a killing too
Never ask me why
Don't pervert the lie
With a little truth
You gotta testify
You can borrow my vibe
And make a killing too
Never ask me why
But I can answer you
Here's a little clue