Of Music.

A goody by Tom Waits, here.

Now what's that sound from under the door?He's pounding nails into a Hardwood floor... and I Swear to god I heard someoneMoaning low... and I keepSeeing the blue light of a T.V. show...He has a routerAnd a table saw... and youWon't believe what Mr. Sticha sawThere's poison underneath the sinkOf course... But there's also Enough formaldehyde to chokeA horse... What's he buildingIn there. What the hell is heBuilding in there? I heard heHas an ex-wife in some placeCalled Mayors Income, TennesseeAnd he used to have a consulting business in Indonesia...but what is he building in there?What the hell is building in there?He has no friendsBut he gets a lot of mailI'll bet he spent a littleTime in jail...I heard he was up on the Roof last nightSignaling with a flashlightAnd 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...