We're the things that go bump in the night that you can't see

Yeah we're the mishaps that always happen in threes

This ain't no rocket science, no big mystery

Why the light of day that's shown to us is absolutely meaningless to me



Well, first things first, we've gotta find a way

To make the beauty of the nighttime last all day

We'll do our very best to keep our appetites in check

You better watch your back, we may want your neck



Nothing but rotten apples lay here, light years from the tree

Got thrown out of the house at the ripe age of three

I'll do my very best to keep my feelings off my chest

And out of your neck



We're the things that go bump in the night that you can't see

Yeah we're the mishaps that always happen in threes

This ain't no rocket science, no big mystery

Why the light of day that's shown to us is absolutely meaningless to me



We're the dreams that crumble into nightmares while you sleep

Yeah, we're that feeling someone's watching from the street

This ain't no rocket science, no big mystery

Why the light of day that's shown to us is absolutely meaningless to me