| Downstairs on the first floor, first door on the right
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| His name is Mr. White, he drinks all night and beats his wife
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| But she never-ever leaves, she believes he’s right
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| And it’s probably her fault when they get into a fight
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| Locks himself in the bathroom and twiddles his balls
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| Peeking through a little hole that he drilled through the wall
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| Hidden under a picture of Jesus inwitnesses the neighbors teenager nieces
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| Named Marira and Lisa
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| Gettin' dressed, sneaking in boys the room for sex
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| It upsets him but excites him, none the less
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| The girls used to live with they dad who had a coke addiction
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| He was broke from the blow plus the alcoholism
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| So they moved with they uncle and aunt
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| Wasn’t what they want, but they didn’t front, they would get away with a lot
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| Fuckin' with an older kid from accross the hall
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| He would buy them alcohol and drive them to the mall
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| That’s Steven, his mother thinks demons are screaming inside of her brain
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| So she eases the pain with painkillers
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| Telling everybody she’s religous
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| She’s not sure, but thinks Mr. White’s here to kill us
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| And all day long doors open doors shut
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| No idea how much the others are fucked up
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| They smile when they pass, maybe say hello
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| Everywhere, every town, same ol' same ol' |