When the rain falls on the asphalt pavement
It floats in gutters of the street
Down the drainpipes underneath this house
We are as quiet as a mouse

After the broken arm things went slow
Since that day I took a little took a little took a little time
I went down into a bottomless hole
Took a shovel and dug a little dug a little dug a little mine
We are the creatures of the underworld
Beneath the surface of houses and streets clay and concrete
Shoulder to shoulder we hide in this hole
Light a candle we need a little need a little need a little time
House of the sleeping beauties

When the thunder shakes the gutta-percha
The rain falls through the heaven hole
In the drainpipes underneath this house
We are as quiet as a mouse

Through the kerbstones and concrete
We take a breath we need a little need a little need a little air
Between cables and copper-wire
The submarine goes upp a little up a little up a little higher
House of the sleeping beauties
I got out through an open doow
If there's time I need a little need a little need a little more