The Door

Baby baby The telephone's ringin' again What do I say, are you home this time There's somebody askin' on the telephone line Baby baby You know it's getting me down The Fatman called, left no message They get so heavy when you're not around Did you see how many, were they driving a truck Did they come on mean, did you push your luck Did they offer you a summons, did they offer you a fag Were they lookin' for the money for the sugar bag Hostile city Running out the door again Pulled a big escape along Broadway The man came calling seven times today Keep on running Keep on moving around Gotto get away by the break of day If you relax they're gonna pin you down You've been hangin' down on Dixon Street Eating Chinese chicken when it's time to eat Spending time on the underground When you relax they're gonna pin you down Wake up baby I want you to hold me now It's 3 a.m., time of night when Robbers prowl Give me your hand You know I could not be sure Oh baby there it goes again There's somebody knockin' on the kitchen door . . . --- The Door - Cold Chisel