Intruders
Peter Silberman
Maybe when I’m older I’ll be clearer
More attuned and understanding
Well, I’m ready
I wrote a list of my demands
And then I burned an older version
So to start with, I’ll start over
I’ll cut my hair and cut the power
So who am I
Without weapons?
Without defense to arm my guards against intruders?
Well, this is my house
So fuck your doubts
And your cute battalion
‘Cause I’m steady (steady, steady, steady)
And when my double scales the wall
I’ll know exactly where he’s landing
And I’ll surprise him
(I'll surprise him)
Then, when he’s captured, with his hands bound
I beg for answers to all my questions
Like, "what happened?
Why’d you let me let you in
When I was younger?
And why’d I need to?"
Why'd I need to?
Oh, why'd I need to?