That One Really Creepy Guy at the Goth Club

[Verse] After hour wallflower scene stalking no talking crossed armed floor gawking poor complexion half-vex'n no telling Hell dwelling impatient inpatient rat fink'n crowd shrinking what's he thinking? He's thinking... [Chorus] I am the floorboards. I don't mind. Stomp my face in. Have a good time. I am the floorboards. I am hardwood. Scuffed debasement. I cannot contain this. [Verse] Eyes scalding, slightly balding, dance observer, weird, perverted - introspective - creeps me out. Let's go home early tonight? He's looking our way tonight. He's looking our way? He's thinking... [Chorus] I am the floorboards. I don't mind. Stomp my face in. Have a good time. I am the floorboards. I am hardwood. Scuffed debasement. I cannot contain this.