[Intro: Street-punk male lead, breakneck punk drums, buzzsaw guitars] Twenty bucks an hour and the parents out the door Note on the fridge and they ain't sayin' more [Verse 1: Street-punk male lead, hoarse shouted street-punk verse, thick bass guitar] Halloween night and the parents in a hurry Mom said they're angels, Dad said don't worry Note on the fridge in a red marker scrawl Keep 'em inside till the clock strikes twelve, that's all Kids in their costumes and they're sittin' real still Starin' at the glass door, starin' at the hill Little one giggles, says he's wavin' again I look at the yard and there's nobody, then There's a hand on the glass and a hood pulled tight Red sweatshirt glowin' in the yard light Big one leans close, says he wants to come in Says he sat here last year and he misses us, grin [Hook: Street-punk male lead, full punk band, buzzsaw guitars] Keep the kids inside till the clock strikes twelve Somebody at the glass and he's poundin' for help Note on the fridge, written red in caps Don't you let 'em out, don't you touch that latch [Verse 2: Street-punk male lead, faster street-punk shouts, thick bass guitar] Eleven o'clock and he's pressed to the pane Red hoodie on with a sticker and a name Same little sticker that they stuck on my chest Hi, I'm the sitter, and his says the rest Kid says, that's Danny, he was here last year He let us out early, now he lives out here Little one's grinnin' with his shoes on his feet Big one's at the lock sayin' Danny was sweet Danny's poundin' on the glass and he's mouthin' don't Shakin' his head like a man who won't Then I finally get it and my stomach goes cold He ain't tryin' to get in, he's beggin' me to hold [Hook: Street-punk male lead, full punk band, buzzsaw guitars] Keep the kids inside till the clock strikes twelve Somebody at the glass and he's poundin' for help Note on the fridge, written red in caps Don't you let 'em out, don't you touch that latch [Breakdown: Street-punk male lead, tom avalanche, rolling toms pour into the last hook] Eleven fifty-nine and they're tuggin' my sleeve Eleven fifty-nine and they're beggin' to leave One more minute, I'm leanin' on the door Danny on the other side, leanin' on it more [Final Hook: Street-punk male lead, full speed, buzzsaw guitars, raw full voice] Keep the kids inside till the clock strikes twelve Somebody at the glass and he's poundin' for help Note on the fridge, written red in caps Don't you let 'em out, don't you touch that latch [End]
