You think you think you're pretty smart   But I can cause a little pain   She wraps the cord around her arm   Tries out to find a little vein      She lines the pictures   In a pretty row   To create the circumstances   Like the evidence will show      And who will be a witness   For the solitary host   If you sleep tonight   The visitation of the ghost      You think that I don't know your game   A pretty, pretty little face   Despite every book   And every little kiss you took   She'll take your place      She lines the pictures   In a pretty row   To create the circumpstances   Like the evidence will show      And who will be a witness   For the solitary host   If you sleep tonight   The visitation of the ghost      Oh my lord, lord, lord, lord   (oh my lord, lord, lord, lord) (x5)