The kids are screaming and the wife is crying
Sunday morning ain't no time to find
Things are breaking he is rabid he is riven
It's very clear that the kids are not alright

When grey told me that he didn't like my curtains
Just to sad, in [?] not keys
He turns some classic rock on the radio
And points the speakers right in my face

There's something strange going on over there
Somebody should call the cops I swear
I don't know what's going on for sure
Inside the nightmare next door

The walls are shaking with his mannin foot steps
Look out for vulcano, she's gonna blow
The kids are crying out I know that ain't please
It throws the christmas tree right out the window

There's something strange going on over there
Somebody should call the cops I swear
I don't know what's going on for sure
Inside the nightmare next door

It starts the day with the hit on the porche and
He wakes us up with a hackin [?]
He in some night on a basketball court
I'm tryina sleep you stupid git!

There's something strange going on over there
Somebody should call the cops I swear
I don't know what's going on for sure
Inside the nightmare next door
Somebody should call the cops I swear.

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): JEFFREY SCOTT LYSTER, KELLEY LOGSDON, MARK O. EVERETT