[Verse 1: Gothic post-punk male MC, low and cold over tom-heavy drums and the chorus-drenched bass riff] First knock comes at seven, it's a cowboy on the mat Paper badge, a cap gun, and a hat that's way too flat Can't be more than six, he squints at me and grins Where's the horse you promised, where's the ranch we're livin' in I laugh and drop a candy bar inside his pillowcase He looks at it like coal, and then he looks me in the face He walks back to the sidewalk, and he doesn't make a sound And he stands there by the hedges, and his boots don't touch the ground Second knock's a pirate with a patch and wooden sword You swore we'd see the ocean, so whose ship did you board I tell him I got busy, I tell him I got bills He says that's what you told the cowboy, and the porch goes still [Verse 2: Post-punk MC, colder, icy chorus guitar rising behind him] Eight o'clock, a spaceman in a box with dryer hose Says you swore you'd touch the moon, I say well nobody goes Nine o'clock, a vampire with a cape of garbage bag Says you swore you'd never sleep, now look how hard you sag Ten o'clock, a sixteen in a leather jacket, scuffed Holds a red guitar I sold the year that things got tough Says you swore you'd play the city, swore you'd never punch a clock I give him all the candy, and he drops it on the walk Five of 'em in the street now, standin' in a row Every boy I ever was, and every one won't go Knock, knock, who's there, they're sayin' it as one And I got nothin' for 'em but the things I never done [Hook: Post-punk MC, low and huge, the tom drums pounding under every line] Knock, knock, who's there, it's a boy I used to be In a costume from the attic, holdin' out a bag to me Every one is holdin' out for somethin' that I swore I outgrew every one of them, they're knockin' at my door [Verse 3: Post-punk MC, knock from inside, the bass riff stopping dead on it] Eleven and the street is quiet, so I turn the porch light down Lock the door, and turn around, and then I hear the sound Knock, knock, but it's not the porch, it's the closet in the hall And I know what's hangin' in there, 'cause I bought it in the fall Grey suit, grey tie, a pair of shoes that never shine The costume I been growin' into all this time Nobody wore it yet, but every button's done And it's knockin' from the inside, and it's knockin' like it's won Knock, knock, who's there, a man who never tried He's my size exactly, and he wants to come outside So I slam the closet shut, and I'm reachin' for my coat Tellin' every boy on the sidewalk, wait, I'm buyin' us a boat [Hook: Post-punk MC, low and huge, the tom drums pounding under every line] Knock, knock, who's there, it's a boy I used to be In a costume from the attic, holdin' out a bag to me Every one is holdin' out for somethin' that I swore I outgrew every one of them, they're knockin' at my door [Outro: Post-punk MC, last bar] Knock, knock, who's there [End]
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