Lyrics Odd Hours - Creature Feature

Odd Hours

The old man down the block
The curtains are all drawn
To ward off prying eyes
What’s he hide with those locks?
You could almost swear that
You can hear the muffled cries
The lady two doors down
She is in the backyard
sunset
She’s digging in the ground
She is filling holes with
Every bit of evidence
They all got something to hide
Secrets buried that you’ll never find
Such strange persons occupy their spare time
In the odd hours of the night
The neighbor up the street
Always in the tool shed
Using the
Reclusive and discreet
You could almost swear that
You can hear the sounds of death
The housewife right next door
As the family sits still
In the darkly lit room
She performs nightly chores
Doesn’t it seem odd that
They no longer seem to move?
They all got something to hide
Secrets buried that you’ll never find
Such strange persons occupy their spare time
In the odd hours of the night
Who am I to blame?
I know they think the same
Who am I to judge?
I won’t hold a grudge
If they only knew
What’s hidden from view
Down in my cellar
It would cause a stir
They all got something to hide
Secrets buried that you’ll never find
Such strange persons occupy their spare time
In the odd hours of the night