Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window (Take 1, Alternate Take)

(playing Jingle Bells)

One two, one, two, three, four

He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks

Preoccupied with his vengeance

Cursing the dead that can’t answer him back

You know that he has no intentions

Of looking your way, unless it’s to say

He needs you to test his inventions

Hey, come out the window

Come on, it won't ruin you

Don't say that he will haunt you

You can go back any time you want to

He looks so truthful, is this how he feels

Trying to peel the moon and expose it

With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel

If he needs a third eye he just grows it

He just needs you to talk or to pick up his chalk

Or remember where he throws it

Hey, crawl out your window

Come on, it won't ruin you

Don't say that he will haunt you

You can go back to him any time you want to

Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed

You must be awful frightened of the box where you keep him

While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange

Their religion of the little tin women

That backs up their views but your face is so bruised

Come out the dark is beginning

Hey, crawl out your window

Come on, don't say it'll ruin you

Don't say that he will haunt you

You can go back to him any time you want to