(I wrote this in a matter of a few seconds. It's very short. I couldn't sleep, and that first line kept showing up in my thoughts. I got up and looked out the window, and strangely enough there was a man standing outside my window) There’s a bad man walking in my sleep He’s stomping the snow like cigarettes There’s a bad man walking in my sleep I hope they catch him for the children’s sake There’s a bad man walking in my dreams I’d like to take his eyeballs out He’s right outside the window can’t you see I feel like a greedy journalist There’s a bad man walking in my sleep
