A thousand voices start their screaming when you leave   A thousand screamers find their voice and start to scream   We already blew the glory weed      Your well done fury don't deserve to pull me down   That facile magic show can't burn away my ground   We already turned the game around   And I'm in a fog like a stupid dog      And who do you think should tell the story   Under the bed tonight?   And who did you think that shrinking violet   Would turn out to be?      Your mama lion mouth and mata mata soul   That scary face you're making at your holy Joe   You already brought the battle home      And who do you think should tell the story   Under the bed tonight?   And who did you think that shrinking violet   Would turn out to be?      Traveling souls like us, the wicked, the carnies   We all eat up this swill these fucked bedtime stories   You already brought me to my knees   And I'm cheap and here like a souvenir