Dead Star [Live From Le Zenith] - Live

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!