Dead Star - Live from Le Zenith

What's he building in there?

With that light on the stairs

What's he building in there?

I'll tell you one thing

He's not building a playhouse for the children

What's he building in there?

Now what's that sound from under the door?

He's pounding nails into a Hardwood floor

And I swear to god I heard someone Moaning low

And I keep Seeing the blue light of a T.V. show

He has a router and a table saw

And you won't believe what Mr. Sticha saw

There's poison underneath the sink of course

But there's also enough formaldehyde to choke a horse

What's he building in there?

What the hell is he building in there?

I heard he has an ex-wife

In some place called Mayors Income Tennessee

And he used to have a consulting business in Indonesia

What's he building in there?

He has no friends but he gets a lot of mail

I'll bet he spent a little Time in jail

I heard he was up on the roof last night signaling with a flashlight

And what's that tune he's Always whistling

What's he building in there?

What's he building in there?

We have a right to know...

Shame on you for thinking

You're an exception

We're all to blame

Crashing down to earth

Wasting and burning out

Fading like a dead star

Harm is coming your way

It's coming your way

You used to be everything to me

And now you're tired of fighting

Tired of fighting

Fighting yourself!

Shame on you for thinking

You're all alone

If you want I'll make you wish you were

Failing to impress

Why can't you sleep with

Someone who'll protect you?

Harm is coming your way

It's coming your way

You used to be everything to me

And now you're tired of fighting

Tired of fighting

Fighting yourself!