Murder

There's a bleeder in my kitchen and he's pouring on the floor
There's a killer in my hallway, and he's scratching at my door
I think I might have heard some screaming
I might have heard somebody cry
Now I wonder am I dreaming or is my mind telling me a lie
Well I can't run any further and I can't hide anymore
And I think there's been a murder up on the ground floor
There's a boa in my bathroom and he's coiling in my sink
He wants my cats I think
Paranoia in my house and I'm balanced on the brink
And I can't run any further and I can't hide anymore
'Cause I think there's been a murder up on the ground floor
I'm living in a basement flat in a quiet part of town
I bet you wonder where my head is at when I'm imagining all these sounds
I'd check it out but I'm glued to my chair
I can't make it to the door
I could be bugging but I'd gladly swear
I just heard a body hit the floor
And I can't run any further
I can't hide, I can't hide anymore
And I think there's been a murder up above me on the ground
On the ground floor