You listen for the bootsteps
And the buzzing of the hive
You look out for the fool's caps
That prove that you're alive
Baiting the fish hook, fear
That 2 plus 2 ain't 4
You don't get it
They ran out of it at the local grocery store

The bathroom door is sticking
It's not good for your health
The hinges are not grooving
To the tune of fortune and wealth
No, they are squeaking for you tonight
The cards you dealt for yourself--
It unmoves you
The squealing's coming from your old bathroom door

Don't tell a lie, don't hurt a guy, to yourself be true
But who seeks truth when all you have is you?
You stub your little toe, who makes the hurting go?
Just try and try, you'll get on by

I'm sorry if this attitude
Doesn't come out clear
Cook up some corned-beef hash
And try to lose your fear
For the fated hand of fate
Is watching over you
It's cloudy white and waiting there
Just waiting to grab at you