I slip away I slipped on a little white lie We've got heads on sticks And you've got ventriloquists We've got heads on sticks And you've got ventriloquists Standing in the shadows, at the end of my bed Standing in the shadows, at the end of my bed Standing in the shadows, at the end of my bed Standing in the shadows, at the end of my bed The rats and the children follow me out of town Rats and children, follow me out of their homes Come on, kids