Theres a cellphone tucked under your pillow It makes me junk-sleep And it doesnt do a thing for growth hormones or dreams. You hear a ringtone but its just an electronic bleat. It makes you junk-sleep And the phantom-phone rings on, until we fall asleep at dawn. Was that a ghost-call or drunk-dial? Ill build a big fat wall, Ill build it 20 feet tall. And when we awake its vampire-time, And Ill know you for real And then late at night, when its drunk-dial time Ill tell you how I feel. Was that a ghost-call or drunk-dial? Ill build a big fat wall, Ill build it 20 feet tall The kids have found a weapon that will change the balance of power The kids have found a weapon, that adults cant hear with their aging ears That adults cant hear with their aging years I need a key to your tolerance-room Where you keep all your books I assume