At the junction of left and right
I will stand and watch your plight
When you are neither up or down
I'll come around, I'll come around
When you are neither back or fore
You'd better hope they locked the door
When you are neither standing or sitting down
I'll come around, I'll come around
With skin not black or white
My hand shall grip your wrist so tight
Your blood runs neither red or blue
I'll find you, I'll find you
In a place made not of wood or stone
I'll tie you down in my snug home
In neither river nor a stream
I'll find you....and you will scream
