There are pictures of a man On a table outside Laid out for observation I do the best I can To find a place to hide In spite of obligation Would you face me if I came below? Would you chase me if I came below? They watch the burning box With their eyes aglow like fire Dressed up in camouflage They've got Mary quite confined In a suitcase bedroom Zipped up like dee-doo-dah Would you face me if I came below? Would you chase me if I came below? Below, below, below If I came below?