I never locked the door   I never stood to gain   You coulda founded a state   Between the love and hate   You coulda landed a plane      And if you need a taste   You gotta grow your own   To do something right   Keep it up at night   And unplug the phone      And you can pile it on   And I will tunnel through      You can borrow my vibe   And make a killing too   Never ask me why   But I can answer you   Here’s a little clue      I keep a little book   Where I describe the ghosts   With their size and shape   From shark to ape   Now I propose a toast:      On the second floor   We write it down in code   You gotta punch the clock   You gotta polish the rock   So it doesn’t erode      And I can pile it on   And you will tunnel through      You can borrow my vibe   And make a killing too   Never ask me why   Don’t pervert the lie   With a little truth   You gotta testify   You can borrow my vibe   And make a killing too   Never ask me why   But I can answer you   Here’s a little clue