A Wolf At The Door. (It Girl. Rag Doll.) Songtext / Lyric

Drag him out your window

Dragging out the dead

Singing I miss you

Snakes and ladders flip the lid

Out pops the cracker

Smacks you in the head

Knifes you in the neck

Kicks you in the teeth

Steel toe caps

Takes all your credit cards

Get up get the gunge

Get the eggs

Get the flan in the face

The flan in the face

The flan in the face

Dance you fucker dance you fucker

Don't you dare

Don't you dare

Don't you flan in the face

Take it with the love its given

Take it with a pinch of salt

Take it to the tax man

Let me back

Let me back

I promise to be good

Don't look in the mirror at the face you don't recognize

Help me, call the doctor, put me inside

put me inside

put me inside

put me inside

put me inside



I keep the wolf from the door but he



CALLS ME UP!



Calls me on the phone

Tells me all the ways that he's gonna



MESS ME UP!



Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom

And I'll never see them again if I squeal to the cops. . . .



Walking like giant cranes

And with my X-ray eyes I strip you naked

in a tight little world

and are you on the list?

Stepford wives who are we to complain?

Investments and dealers

Investments and dealers

Cold wives and mistresses

Cold wives and Sunday papers city

Boys in First Class don't know we're born just know

Someone else is gonna come and clean it up

Born and raised for the job

Someone always does

I wish you'd get up get over

get up get over and turn the tape off



I keep the wolf from the door

But he calls me up

Calls me on the phone

Tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up

Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom

And I'll never see them again if I squeal to the cops



So I'm just gonna ...