There is this neighbor of mine that lives upstairs,
Who strangely seems to never sleep.
He moves around, but no lights turn on,
And leaves his doors and windows open wide.
What business keeps him so awake?
Why must he sit there, in the middle of the night,
When everyone else is sleeping tight?
He\'s bizarre and tall, and he talks in whispers
Like he\'s got some devilish scheme he\'s afraid to put to paper.
Oh, and one last thing, which makes me so creeped out,
When I look at him, I can see right through his skull!