the weavers live up the street from me

the crackheads, they live down the street from me

the tall grass makes it hard to see

beyond my property

hey man, this is criminal,

this hard line symmetry of people and pets

we don't bother anyone

we keep to ourselves

the mailman visits each of us in turn

we don't bother anyone

we keep to ourselves

the mailman visits each of us in time

gotta live, gotta live, gotta live,

in shit towne

gotta live, gotta live, gotta live

in our town