Bump in the night's that thing you half-said
I'd call you and ask what you meant but that's for someone up next
These birds they look nothing like me
How do you mean to follow up me?
Looking like you let go of that good fear of God
Showed you visions of the picket and the post
Where do you think they belong? (You've seen my hands)
Don't worry hit the lights wouldn't want you to think too hard
This must be the place (we only want the we only want the)
This must be the place (we only want the we only want the)
Where do you think they belong?
Where do you think they belong?
This must be the place (we only want the we only want the)
Oh the will they won't they
This must be the place (we only want the we only want the)