(playing Jingle Bells)

One two, one, two, three, four

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 that he has no intentions
Of looking your way, unless it’s to say
He needs you to test his inventions

Hey, come out the window
Come on, it won't ruin you
Don't say that he will haunt you
You can go back any time 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
If he needs a third eye he just grows it
He just needs you to talk or to pick up his chalk
Or remember where he throws it

Hey, crawl out your window
Come on, it won't ruin you
Don't say that he will haunt you
You can go back to him any time you want to
Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
You must be awful frightened of the box where you keep him
While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange
Their religion of the little tin women
That backs up their views but your face is so bruised
Come out the dark is beginning

Hey, crawl out your window
Come on, don't say it'll ruin you
Don't say that he will haunt you
You can go back to him any time you want to