Please invite us to your hostel on the 14th floor. Yeah, yeah, yeah, girl, can you hear that, it's playing our song, are you sleeping, sleeping, take a nap, you're not afraid of the dark, are you, you hear the beat as it makes you not wanna go to sleep, I knock on Dakota's door, it's locked so I go to creep, round the back with binoculars, not cause I wanna peep, but because I'm hungry, she smells like tacos I wanna eat, visions of hot chocolatey marshmallows, also sweet with sugar plums, oh look here comes Marshall, he's on your street, he's placing hot smoldering charcoals beneath your feet, he's dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek, like a Thanksgiving turkey, a holiday hen, cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam, flavor my favorite graham crackers with champagne rims, I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all that I am, cause when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep, but I believe my love, you keep calling me, I'll move worlds apart, you'll mean the world to me, soon you'll be on my toes, I feel the ends up, cause when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep, I hear the music box playing a song for me, soon you'll swirl around and do a whirl for me, and you'll be in my front with those ends up, I almost look comatose, who wants to be sober gross, I foam like a Doberman mouth open, I overdose, put coke up my nostrils and vote my hoes, and I plug my nose, my pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged I know, I put on my mother's makeup, get naked and run around, waving a gun around, I think I'm down to a hundred pounds, there's thunder, I wonder how come it rains when the sun is out, the devil's upset with his wife, they must be slugging it out, I must be bucking the *** out, what the *** about, voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house, they pull and they tuck my blouse, the sound of a music box, comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do, it's locked, I pick it and open it, but it's stuffed full of human parts, I dig till I find it, I wind it up and the tune just starts, it's playing a song, so beautiful and the room is dark, the moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I'll loom in the park, Satan worshipping, bitches get horse whippings, I'm in the back, through the back door, slipping through the crack, leaving the corpse dripping, the mortician of love, sent from above, forced entry, the more I win, she the more stingy I become, been doing this for more than a quarter century, I'm just numbing my dreaming, is it real, someone pinch me on the buns, the time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder, I've had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her, then climb and slow to shatter, her brain matter and batter her with a bat, matter of fact, that will splatter her, but before I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter her, give her two compliments, back to back, like Tabitha, I'm your secret admirer, I'm back to ravish her, so strong is your fight, but you're no match for Dracula, prolonging her plight, as I go back to stabbing her, dismember her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her, zoom in with the lens, then pan back, the camera, stand back, cause here comes your man Jack, so Pamela, my music box, cause when the lights are on, I see the girls asleep, but I can hear my love, keep calling me, I'll let the world depart, you mean the world to me, so put your phone mic on, I hear the anthem, cause when the lights are on, I see the girls asleep, I hear the music box, playing a song for me, so turn the world around, and do a world for me, my music box, my music box, my music box, my music box.