

Who's that tapping on the window glass?
(tick tock)
Run your mouth but you can't run fast
Shell casings hitting concrete floors
Behind closed doors we settle the scores
WE STAND OUR GROUND!
(YEAH!) TURN IT ALL DOWN TO THE DUST!
Now you're quiet with your back to the wall Funny how the
mighty ones always fall
Let the music box wind right down to the floor
WE STAND OUR GROUND!
(YEAH!) TURN IT ALL DOWN TO THE DUST! (shhh...)