Down where your paint is cracking

Look down you backstairs buddy

Somebody's living there and

He don't really feel the weather

And he don't share your pleasures

No he don't share your pleasures

Look at his eyes

Did you see his crazy eyes

You're so surprised he don't run to catch your ash

Everybody always wants to kiss your trash



You can't help him

Nobody can

Now that he knows

There's nothing to get

Will you still place your bet

On the neighborhood threat



Somewhere a baby's bleeding

Somewhere a mother's needing

Outside a boy is lying

But mostly he is crying

And he just shouts in anger

You'll find him interesting

Look at his eyes

Did you see his crazy eyes

You're so surprised he doesn't build for you

Everybody always wants to run with you