Dead Star - Live from Le Zenith

What's he building in there?
 With that light on the stairs
 What's he building in there?
 I'll tell you one thing
 He's not building a playhouse for the children
 What's he building in there?
 Now what's that sound from under the door?
 He's pounding nails into a Hardwood floor
 And I swear to god I heard someone Moaning low
 And I keep Seeing the blue light of a T.V. show
 He has a router and a table saw
 And you won't believe what Mr. Sticha saw
 There's poison underneath the sink of course
 But there's also enough formaldehyde to choke a horse
 What's he building in there?
 What the hell is he building in there?
 I heard he has an ex-wife
 In some place called Mayors Income Tennessee
 And he used to have a consulting business in Indonesia
 What's he building in there?
 He has no friends but he gets a lot of mail
 I'll bet he spent a little Time in jail
 I heard he was up on the roof last night signaling with a flashlight
 And what's that tune he's Always whistling
 What's he building in there?
 What's he building in there?
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 We have a right to know...
 Shame on you for thinking
 You're an exception
 We're all to blame
 Crashing down to earth
 Wasting and burning out
 Fading like a dead star
 Harm is coming your way
 It's coming your way
 You used to be everything to me
 And now you're tired of fighting
 Tired of fighting
 Fighting yourself!
 Shame on you for thinking
 You're all alone
 If you want I'll make you wish you were
 Failing to impress
 Why can't you sleep with
 Someone who'll protect you?
 Harm is coming your way
 It's coming your way
 You used to be everything to me
 And now you're tired of fighting
 Tired of fighting
 Fighting yourself!