I am all in a ball   In your front yard   I have this bag of hammers   And I won't ask to come in   'Cause I have sold everything   Still I have, have got some manners      And there's a hole in your head   Spilled your thoughts on the floor   We wanted you bad    You wanted it more   The trick is    You do not get on that interstate bus   The catch is   You stay and see what becomes of us      Shake, shake, shake, shake the frame of this house   Distress the wood, make it shout   And as sharp as I sting, as sharp as I sing   It still soothes you, doesn't it?   Like a lick of ice cream      I am all in a ball   In your front yard   I have this bag of hammers   And I won't ask to come in   'Cause I have sold everything   Still I have, have got some manners      Shake, shake, shake, shake the frame of this house   Distress the wood, make it shout   And as sharp as I sting, as sharp as I sing   It still soothes you, doesn't it?   Like a lick of ice cream