Ran out of limbs on our big daynWe left our thumbs in the hotelnI hurried back in your red shoesnBut on the door was a signnnWe're not alive, we're not alivenWe're not at home for pregnant callers (callers)nWe're not alive, we're not alivenWe're not at home for pregnant callers (callers)nnAnd then the tale took a tall turnnThe devil thumb made a man a slavenWe traveled north to our new hutchnAnd on the door was a signnnWe're not alive, we're not alivenWe're not at home for pregnant callers (callers)nWe're not alive, we're not alivenWe're not at home for pregnant callers (callers)nnMy body doublenMy body doublenMy body fried, they'll never take it aliven