Oh, we're never gonna get away
Yeah, yeah from the things that go bump in the day
The things that go bump in the day
I've got a good friend in love with the blues
He lives down the dark end with nothing to lose
Believing in sorrow he's making the most
Maybe tomorrow he can give up the ghost
It's funny how the things we need only make you bleed
When the chips fall
The one that made the world go round gets up and knocks you down
With a phone call
It's funny how the things we fear become the things we hear
When we're all alone
The things that we don't understand get up and bite your hand
Like a dog bone
Oh, oh we're never gonna get away
Yeah, yeah from the things that go bump in the day
Oh, oh we're never gonna get away
Yeah, yeah from the things that go bump in the day
The things that go bump in the day
The things that go bump in the day