Song parody of
Mr. Daniel (feat. Christian Indregard)
by Lukas Völker
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There's a mouse inside the walls. It's scratching at the panels
Now it's calling my name. Excuse me, Mr Daniel
May I have a word in private? This may sound absurd
But there are many mysteries beneath this floor
There's an elevator three doors over and seven steps behind
And every level takes you back in time
They all are but graveyards
So get yourself a shovel and dig up all the secrets of the past
This house has room within for a hundred men
There are doctors and a pope to relieve you of your sins
So come inside and you will find
That you could live forever if you let your soul divide
Upon the kitchen shelf, with scorpions as guards
All those souls of heretics rest within their jars
But every now one does awake and then it might escape
And leave a bad taste in my soup
There's a black hole in the attic where childhood memories vanish
The floorboards kept their roots so they may grow
The walls all have arthritis, the ceiling has a nervous breakdown
The clock strikes ten in the middle of the night
There's a mouse inside the wall
There's a house inside the wall
There's a mouse inside the house inside the wall
There's a mouse inside the walls. It's scratching at the panels
Now it's calling my name. Excuse me, Mr Daniel
May I have a word in private? This may sound absurd
But there are many mysteries beneath this floor
There's an elevator three doors over and seven steps behind
And every level takes you back in time
They all are but graveyards
So get yourself a shovel and dig up all the secrets of the past
This house has room within for a hundred men
There are doctors and a pope to relieve you of your sins
So come inside and you will find
That you could live forever if you let your soul divide
Upon the kitchen shelf, with scorpions as guards
All those souls of heretics rest within their jars
But every now one does awake and then it might escape
And leave a bad taste in my soup
There's a black hole in the attic where childhood memories vanish
The floorboards kept their roots so they may grow
The walls all have arthritis, the ceiling has a nervous breakdown
The clock strikes ten in the middle of the night
There's a mouse inside the wall
There's a house inside the wall
There's a mouse inside the house inside the wall
