The Door

Out of the blue I was alone
No ceiling over my head
Nothing to do Nowhere to go
My options looking half dead, all the signs were misread

I was desperate and looking online
Found a sublet on Hemenway Drive
With a roommate that I'd never met met met

Who's at the door
Practicing lines to play The Emcee
He's at the door
Asking my name and if I got a spare key

A vinyl spun
Cheap speakers were looping Chet Baker for Hours
Hung on his wall
A poster of Marilyn smoking with style
His lipstick kissing her smile

Black eyeliner under his eyes
He was dropping acid on weekday nights
All the lights were replaced with red red red

Who's at the door
Puffing a pipe in his cabaret best
He's at the door
Locked himself out and now I'm getting no rest
Who's at the door
Every night and he's knocking again
He's at the door
Slurring his words at seven am

Ahhh
Ahhh ah oo oh
Ahhh
Ah Ah Ah oo

He's at the door
Familiar rhythm, I'm taking my time
Who's at the door
It's not who I thought, its a skyscraper man and he's pointing his hand

Behind the door
A fire is burning, there's smoke in the air
Kick through the door
He's holding a seance passed out in his chair
He opens his eyes
And saunters towards us like he don't even care
In lingerie
And thigh-high boots with dried gel in his hair

I'm out the door
I'm out the door
I'm out the door
I'm out the door

One more time, sorry