There are pictures of a man
On a table outside
Laid out for observation
I do the best I can
To find a place to hide
In spite of obligation
Would you face me if I came below?
Would you chase me if I came below?
They watch the burning box
With their eyes aglow like fire
Dressed up in camouflage
They've got Mary quite confined
In a suitcase bedroom
Zipped up like dee-doo-dah
Would you face me if I came below?
Would you chase me if I came below?
Below, below, below
If I came below?