Testo Murder

There's a bleeder in my kitchen and he's pouring on the floor There's a killer in my hallway, and he's scratching at my door I think I might have heard some screaming I might have heard somebody cry Now I wonder am I dreaming or is my mind telling me a lie Well I can't run any further and I can't hide anymore And I think there's been a murder up on the ground floor There's a boa in my bathroom and he's coiling in my sink He wants my cats I think Paranoia in my house and I'm balanced on the brink And I can't run any further and I can't hide anymore 'Cause I think there's been a murder up on the ground floor I'm living in a basement flat in a quiet part of town I bet you wonder where my head is at when I'm imagining all these sounds I'd check it out but I'm glued to my chair I can't make it to the door I could be bugging but I'd gladly swear I just heard a body hit the floor And I can't run any further I can't hide, I can't hide anymore And I think there's been a murder up above me on the ground On the ground floor