From the recordings Antenna Fiction and Who's There
Lyrics
Digging a hole to hide your body
Scratch at the door well who could that be
Who's there
Carefully creep up to the peephole
Whoever it is I'm sure they're real
Who's there
Patiently standing right behind me
Whispering now that they have found me
Who's There
Surely it's your imagination
The creak in the floor heart palpitations
Bringing you news to chew your teeth on
Hatching a ruse to lose your seat on
And every other conversation
Whether the cause of your damnation
A reason to strip you of your station
Tis the season to strip you of your station
Who's there