| Song | The story of Roscoe Gray |
| Artist | Dikta |
| Album | Get it together |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| No one believes you | |
| When you‘re six years old | |
| Don‘t make up stories | |
| Do as you‘re told | |
| You try, you try, you try to warn them | |
| Of what, and who is coming for you | |
| You cry, you cry, to catch someone‘s eye | |
| Shut your mouth | |
| Go back to bed | |
| And believe us now | |
| Get it together, boy | |
| All is well | |
| You can take our word | |
| All alone | |
| Lights in the garden | |
| It‘s not in your head | |
| They will not find you | |
| Under your bed | |
| You tried, you tried... | |
| The morning after | |
| Crawling down the stairs | |
| No one‘s there, no one‘s there | |
| But in the basement | |
| You scream your lungs out | |
| All chopped up, all chopped up |
| No one believes you | |
| When you' re six years old | |
| Don' t make up stories | |
| Do as you' re told | |
| You try, you try, you try to warn them | |
| Of what, and who is coming for you | |
| You cry, you cry, to catch someone' s eye | |
| Shut your mouth | |
| Go back to bed | |
| And believe us now | |
| Get it together, boy | |
| All is well | |
| You can take our word | |
| All alone | |
| Lights in the garden | |
| It' s not in your head | |
| They will not find you | |
| Under your bed | |
| You tried, you tried... | |
| The morning after | |
| Crawling down the stairs | |
| No one' s there, no one' s there | |
| But in the basement | |
| You scream your lungs out | |
| All chopped up, all chopped up |
| No one believes you | |
| When you' re six years old | |
| Don' t make up stories | |
| Do as you' re told | |
| You try, you try, you try to warn them | |
| Of what, and who is coming for you | |
| You cry, you cry, to catch someone' s eye | |
| Shut your mouth | |
| Go back to bed | |
| And believe us now | |
| Get it together, boy | |
| All is well | |
| You can take our word | |
| All alone | |
| Lights in the garden | |
| It' s not in your head | |
| They will not find you | |
| Under your bed | |
| You tried, you tried... | |
| The morning after | |
| Crawling down the stairs | |
| No one' s there, no one' s there | |
| But in the basement | |
| You scream your lungs out | |
| All chopped up, all chopped up |