There's a bleeder in my kitchen And he's pouring on the floor There's a killer in my hallway And he's scratching at my door I think I might've heard some screaming I might've heard somebody cry Now I wonder, am I dreaming? Or is my mind telling me a lie Well, I can't run any further And I can't hide anymore And I think there's been a murder Up on the ground floor There's a boa in my bathroom And he's coiling in my sink (he wants my cats, I think) Paranoia in my house now And I'm balanced on the brink And I can't run any further And I can't hide anymore 'Cause I think there's been a murder Oh, yeah, up on the ground floor I'm living in a basement flat In a quiet part of town I bet you wonder where my head is at When I'm imagining all these sounds I'd check it out, but I'm glued to my chair I can't make it to the door I could be bugging, but I'd gladly swear I just heard a body hit the floor And I can't run any further I can't hide, I can't hide anymore And I think there's been a murder Up above me, on the ground-on the ground floor