Elton John

The sun is up and the shades are all pulled down
I'm more paranoid with every little sound
Like the leaf blower blowin' the leaves around
And a siren wailing on the other side of town
Oh the TV's on and the colors really hurt my head
If I could think straight I'd wish I was dead
Or curled up naked in my lover's bed
Instead I'm hanging over Hell suspended by a single thread
And I don't recall who said it at this time
That "Your enemies grow strong on what you leave behind"
I built it up and the wolf he came around
He huffed and puffed and the house fell down