The prowler's immortal, dirt's left in her Dirt's toys in the paper, dirt's your locks in the ash The prowler's immortal, dirt's left in her It's gonna make your precious things, it's gonna work Oh, it's a prowler, you only see when you're out Oh, it's a prowler, unseen, unheard, unfelt itself He feels the indifference of the worms beneath his feet They eat the rich and poor alike, in death the great level are An ownership, it's not a lotion, it's his world His face, his space, his air, his time Oh, the prowler, you only see when you're out Oh, the prowler, unseen, unheard, unfelt itself Oh, the prowler, you only see when you're out Oh, the prowler, unseen, unheard, unfelt itself Unseen, unheard, unfelt itself Unseen, unheard, unfelt itself Unseen, unheard, unfelt itself Unseen, unheard, unfelt itself Unseen, unheard, unfelt itself