-Tom Waits What's he building in there? With that hook light on the stairs What's he building in there? I'll tell you one thing: he's not building a playhouse for the children What's he building in there? Now what's that sound from underneath the door? He's pounding nails into a hardwood floor And I swear to God I heard someone moaning low And I keep seeing the blue light of a TV show He has a router and a table saw And you won't believe what Mr. Sticha saw! There's poison underneath the sink, of course But there's also enough formaldehyde to choke a horse What's he building in there? What the hell is he building in there? I heard he has an ex-wife In some place called Mayor's Income, Tennessee And he used to have a consulting business in Indonesia But what's he building in there? He has no friends, but he gets a lot of mail I'll bet he spent a little time in jail I heard he was up on the roof last night signaling with a flashlight And what's that tune he's always whistling? What's he building in there? What's he building in there? We have a right to know! Shame on you for thinking You're an exception We're all to blame Crashing down to Earth Wasting and burning out, yeah Fading like a dead star, Harm is coming your way Yeah, it's coming your way You used to be everything to me And now you're tired of fighting Tired of fighting, fighting yourself Shame on you for thinking You're all alone If you want I'll make you wish you were Failing to impress Why can't you sleep with Someone who'll protect you? Yeah, harm is coming your way Yeah, it's coming your way You used to be everything to me And now you're tired of fighting Tired of fighting, fighting yourself Merci Bonsoir Paris