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