Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window? Wilko Johnson & Roger Daltrey

He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks
Preoccupied with his vengeance
Cursing the dead that can't answer him back
You know he has no intentions
Of looking your way, unless it's to say
That he needs you to test his inventions

Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs, it won't ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him anytime you want to

He looks so truthful, is this how he feels
Trying to peel the moon and expose it
With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel
When he needs a third eye, he just grows it
He just wants you to talk or hand him his chalk
Or pick it up after he throws it

Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs, it won't ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him anytime you want to

Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
Are you frightened of the box that you keep him in
While his genocidal fools and his friends rearrange
Their religion of the little tin women
To back up their views but your face is so bruised
Come on out, the dark is beginning