The skeleton's hanging from the doornMy heart is beating on the floornStill they leave me herenScribbling theories across the wallnI'm shooting the sky down to watch it fallnStill they leave me herenSo I can lie in peacennDevil's in the attic singing verses from the biblenWhile the angel's in the basement waiting for his own revivalnA salesman is at the door with a suitcase full of nothingnWhile the reaper's on the telephone making an appointmentnnSanta's in the chimney from the year before the lastnEaster bunny's on the table with an apple in his mouthnThe fairy for my teeth is in my bedroom sewing pillowsnAnd Cupid's in the toolshed making arrows for himselfnnDevil's in the attic singing verses from the biblenWhile the angel's in the basement waiting for his own revivalnA salesman is at the door with a suitcase full of nothingnWhile the reaper's on the telephone making an appointmentnnSanta's in the chimney from the year before the lastnEaster bunny's on the table with an apple in his mouthnThe fairy for my teeth is in my bedroom sewing pillowsnAnd Cupid's in the toolshed making arrows for himselfnn(????)