The walls lyrics

Sit down, shut up Slams down his coffee cup Spills it all over his desk Three Skids under arrest You think you're gonna act out around here? Make me look like a fool? You think you're smart, you little pricks? Like you're above the Good Lord's rules? Not in my house, not in my house Not in my house, you little mouse Not in my house, not in my house Not in my house, you little mouse The walls, the walls The walls, they are closing in, closing in Brace yourself for the unknown The walls, the walls The walls, they are closing in, closing in Am I better off On my own On my own I might get lonesome with you But never when I'm On my own (Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha) Pal, you think I'd give a fuck if you suspend me Go ahead, play God, pretend You're not a moral deplorable Running from a horror story back in South Bend Thou shalt this Thou shalt that Thou shalt not tell where the body's at Thou shalt this Thou shalt that Thou shalt not tell where the body's at