Jason Is My Name

I live in your basement.

Inspired by Regina Spektor’s album Soviet Kitch.
Written 18 years ago. Refined today.

Sing with a syncopated beat:

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Oh, didn’t you know
my name is Jason?
I live in your basement
in the wall that is adjacent
to your guest room.

I’ve been hearing through your floor 
As you been' talking on the phone
I hear you snoring with the lights on.

I know the moans you make—.
That scrunched up pain
Oh,
Jason is my name.
No, not no Friday the 13th—

I’m not the stalking, serial killing,
golden fleece adventure seeking,
Argonaut-commanding—

but I’ve been trying what I can.

No, ain’t no killer, that’s for sure,
but I’ve been killing all your hopes.
Yeah,

I’ve been killing all their dreams.
I’ve killed all of my dreams myself,
I’ve killed all of my dreams myself.

Oh,
Jason is my name.
I live in your basement
in the wall that is adjacent
to your guest room.

Sitting on my couch alone

watching
Xena re-runs—
Warrior princess marathon

Thought I could be a story's hero,
Turns out that was never me.

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oh, didn't you know
my name is Jason
I live in your basement…
in the wall that is adjacent
to your guest room.

I’ve been hearing through your floor 
As you been’ talking on the phone
I hear you snoring with the lights on.

I know the sounds you make when life is good.
Yeah, how them lines be scrunchin' up your face.

Oh,
Jason is my name.
Yeah, Jason is my name.

Didn’t you know
my name is Jason
I live in your basement…
in the wall adjacent
to your guest room.

Outro

I know the sounds you make when you’re happy
Yeah, how the lines be scrunchin’ up your face.

Oh,
Jason is my name.
Yeah, Jason is my name.

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