when you hear that rooster crow and your stuff is brewing you can hear them miles below rattling around
when the bones begin to bounce on the jungle gym subway two miles down they bay like hounds rattling around
jump up and grind one curvy line jump up and grind
in a forest nowhere bound where the moss is misty you can feel them undergound rattling around
when the moon turns red as blood and the sky is orange they're the cause of the quivering mud rattling around
jump up and grind one curvy line jump up and grind
under the candy corn rug of rusted leaves under the floorboards down where the pawprints lead where they make that where they make that where they make that where they make that where they make that where they make that that that sound
jump up and grind one curvy line jump up and grind