Call The Exorcist

Things are falling down in empty rooms And I keep hearing movement, like Clothing rubbing against itself Damn it, I know she's died In the nursing home, a couple miles away And I told her We were never going to be friends I did it in every way I could Except with words since She never had any respect for me She's got even less, now she's dead: She needs to quit breathing down my neck Casting her shadow all over everything She was a ruinous leprechaun of the living I think I need the Exorcist. Is it really true the dead can hear your thoughts?