A Wolf At The Door. (It Girl. Rag Doll.)

Drag him out your window, dragging out the dead

Singing I miss you, snakes and ladders

Flip the lid, out pops the cracker

Snaps you in the head, knifes you in the neck

Kicks you in the teeth, steel toe caps

Takes all your credit cards, get up, get the gunge

Get the eggs, get the flan in the face

The flan in the face, the flan in the face

Dance you fucker, dance you fucker

Don't you dare, don't you dare

Don't you flan in the face

Take it with the love it's given

Take it with a pinch of salt

Take it to the tax-man

Let me back, let me back, I promise to be good

Don't look in the mirror at the face you don't recognize

Help me call the doctor, put me inside

Put me inside, put me inside

Put me inside, put me inside

I keep the wolf from the door

But he calls me up, calls me on the phone

Tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up

Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom

But I'll never see 'em again if I squeal to the cops

Walking like giant cranes

Ah, with my X-ray eyes I strip you naked

In a tight little world, why are you on the list?

Step forwards, who are we to complain?

Investments and dealers, investments and dealers

Cold wives and mistresses, cold wives and Sunday papers

City boys in first class don't know they're born, they don't

Someone else is going to come and clean it up

Born and raised for the job, someone always does

I wish you'd get up, get over, get up, get over

Turn your tape off

I keep the wolf from the door

But he calls me up, calls me on the phone

Tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up

Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom

And I'll never see 'em again if I squeal to the cops

So, I'm just gonna, ah, ah-ah