Scratching the Door - The Flaming Lips

A man dressed in red

Measures the distance from here

He whispered to me

But it don’t sound very clear

You sighed first

Running to find your disaster

Find your disaster

People, what you gonna do

When they’ve forgotten you?

When you’re stuck in the house

Hands are cut from scratching the door

Scratching the door

Scratching the door

Scratching the door

A man dressed in red

Puts a gun to his head

A gun to his head

Brains fly around

Dripping down to the ground

Down to the ground

What you gonna do

When they’ve forgotten you?

When you’re stuck in the house

Hands are cut from scratching the door

Scratching the door

Scratching the door

Scratching the door

Oh, scratching!

Scratching!

Scratching scratching scratching!

Scratching!

Come on!

Let me in!

I’m scratching!

Let me in!

I’m not sick!

I’m scratching your door!

Hey, I’m scratching!

Come on, let me in!

Come on!

Aah!

Let me in, come on, scratching!

I’m scratching the fucking out the door, come on!

Let me fucking in, come on!

Come on, I’m scratching !

Come on!

Aaah yeah!

Aaah!

My fucking hands!

Aaaaah!

Aaaaah, scratching the door!

Oh, let me in!

Ohhh!

Ohh!

Oh, aaah!

I’m tired of being out here!

Come on!

Come on, let me in!

I’m scratching the door!

Come on, I’m scratching!

I’m scratching the door, let me in!

Come on, let me in, let me in!

Let me fucking in!

Come on!

I’m scratching the door!

Aaaaah!

Aaaah!

Ohhhh!

Ohhhh!

Ohhh!

Ohhh!

Ohhh!

Ohhh!

Aaaah!

Aaah!

Ohhh!

Ohhh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, my head!

Ohhh!

Oh, let me in!

Come on!

Come on, let me in!

Oh, come on!

Let me in!

Oh, dark, scratching in the dark, come on!

Let me in!

Oh, no!

Ohh!

Oh!

Let me in!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Ahh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, come on!

Let me fucking in!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

(Ohhhh… Ohhhh… Ohhhh…)

Is there someone at the door?

Let me in!