Gotta Get A Problem

Why must we open all other doors We tied them up well 'Cause I don't want to live with two Unless we remember one second more We tied them up well I break it down Break it up to the ground Some branch it out, staking out all the sound Who bumped it up, bumped it up, bumped it, who? I sat around tonight with the rocks and the ghosts in the yard We sat around tonight And out of the thinking air, one of us doesn't care And we sat around tonight Who bumped it up, bumped it up, bumped it, who? With the rocks and the ghosts in the yard