Intruder Live

Hey, hey, Hey, hey. I Know Something about Opening windows and doors. I know How to move quietly, to creep across creaky wooden Floors. I know Where to find precious things in all your cupboards And drawers. Slipping the clippers, slipping the clippers through The telephone wires. A sense of isolation, a sense of Isolation inspires me. Hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. I Like to feel The suspense when I'm certain you know I am There. I like You lying awake, your bated breath charging the air. I like the touch and the smell of all The pretty dresses you wear. Intruders happy in the dark. Intruder call. Intruder call and he leaves his mark, Leaves his mark. Hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. I Am the intruder. This is, uh, a song about nationalism. This is specifically dedicated to the forty-three Thousand unnecessary victims of a totally Unnecessary war in Nicaragua.