Folks, they're gonna getcha; And it ain't gonna be pleasant.​

There's that haunted feeling, you feel like you're being watched. It just— It's all-consuming.​​

Good God almighty! The phantom body
He's gone and done it again, you know he's at it again
And it's the last thing you should ever do
But if you look at [the] abyss, it will look right back at you

Give you a sense, give you a sense
Give you a sense of being stared at
Give you a sense, give you a sense
Give you a sense of being stared at

Give you a sense, give you a sense
Give you a sense of being stared at
Give you a sense, give you a sense
Give you a sense of being stared at

And the moral of the story is
That the moral of the story is...
And the moral of the story is
That the moral of the story is...

Give you a sense, give you a sense
Give you a sense of being stared at
Give you a sense, give you a sense
Give you a sense of being stared at
I'm losing it [?], I'm losing her!

Calm down, Jonestown
So help me God, I'll drink it down
"We'll be watching you so watch your mouth"
Hold me, armless
We're ready to make you one of us
We'll be watching you so watch your mouth
You better watch your mouth

Now you are one of us

The kids will grow up to be assholes
The kids will grow up to leave you with your house and your plants
The kids will grow up to be assholes
The kids will grow up to leave you where you lie on your head

The kids will grow up to be assholes
(Remember how we used to laugh, my oh my)
The kids will grow up to leave you with your house and your plants
(I'm fairly sure it was never at the same time)
The kids will grow up to be assholes
(And I'm a ghost that haunts your hometown)
The kids will grow up to leave you where you lie on your head
([I'm around,] keep it down, [I'm the sounds] you swear you swore that…)
The kids will grow up to be assholes
(I know your team)
The kids will grow up to leave you with your house and your plants
(I know a thing about you, yes I do)
The kids will grow up to be assholes
(And I know we're fucked)
The kids will grow up to leave you where you lie on your head
(When I see a [?])

And the moral of the story is
That the moral of the story is...

Calm down, Jonestown
So help me God, I'll drink it down
"We'll be watching you so watch your mouth"
Hold me, armless
We're ready to make you one of us
[The] song won't sing itself so just sing out

You don't want your messes cleaned
You don't want your bodies fixed
You don't want your problems solved, stories all resolved
You'll have nothing to lean on
You don't want your stitches sewn
'Cause then you'll have the big unknown
We'll be watching you so watch your mouth…
You better watch your mouth
You better watch your mouth
You better watch your mouth