| H | F♯ | g♯ | E |
| Hey mom, there's s | omething in the b | ackroom, |
| hope it's not the creatures from above. |
| H | c♯ |
| You u | sed to read me st | ories, |
| g♯ | E |
| as i | f my dreams were b | oring, |
| H | F♯ | g♯ | E |
| we all know consp | iracies are d | umb. |
What if people knew that these were real?
I'd leave my closet door open all night.
I know the CIA would say
what you hear is all hearsay.
I wish someone would tell me what was right.
| H | F♯ |
| Up all night l | ong, and there's |
| something very wrong. And I |
| g♯ | E |
| know it must be l | ate, |
| been gone since yesterday. |
| F♯ | E | H |
| I'm not l | ike you guys, |
I'm still a skeptic yes you know me,
been best friends and will be 'til we die.
I got an injection,
of fear from the abduction,
my best friend thinks I'm just telling lies. Alright.
Ref.
| g♯ | F♯ | E | H | F♯ |
| Dark and scary, o | rdinary, e | xplanation, i | nform | ation. |
| Nice to know ya', paranoia. Where's my mother? By my father. |
Ref. (twelfe majestic lies)