Rare Americans
The Walls

[Verse 1]
"Sit down, shut up"
Slams down his coffee cup
Spills it all over his desk
Three skids under arrest

[Verse 2]
"You think you're gonna act out around here?
Make me look like a fool?
You think you're smart, you little pricks?
Like you're above the Good Lord's rules?
Not my house, not my house
Not my house, you little mouse
Not my house, not my house
Not my house, you little mouse"

[Chorus]
The walls, the walls
The walls, they are closing in, closing in
Brace yourself for the unknown
The walls, the walls
The walls, they are closing in, closing in
Am i better off
On my own
On my own
I might gеt lonesome with you
But nevеr when I'm
On my own
[Verse 3]
"Pal, you think i'd give a fuck if you suspend me
Go ahead, play god, pretend
You're not a moral deplorable
Running from a horror story back in South Bend

[Verse 4]
Thou shalt this
Thou shalt that
Thou shalt not tell where the body's at
Thou shalt this
Thou shalt that
Thou shalt not tell where the body's at

[Chorus]
The walls, the walls
The walls, they are closing in, closing
Brace yourself for the unknown
The walls, the walls
The walls, they are closing in, closing
Am i better off
On my own
On my own
I might get lonesome with you
But never when I'm
On my own
On my own
I might get lonesome with you
But never when I'm
On my own
[Post-Chorus]
I don't feel you
I don't fear you
I don't feel you
I don't fear you

I don't feel you
I don't fear you
I don't feel you, feel you, feel you
I don't fear you

I don't feel you, feel you, feel you
I don't fear you, fear you, fear you
I don't feel you, feel you, feel you
I don't fear you