| Down where your paint is cracking
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| Look down your backstairs buddy
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| Somebodies living there and
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| He don’t really feel the weather
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| And he don’t share your pleasures
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| No, he don’t share your pleasures
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| Did you see his eyes?
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| Did you see his crazy eyes?
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| And you’re so surprised he doesn’t run to catch your ash
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| Everybody always wants to kiss your trash
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| And you can’t help him, no one can
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| And now that he knows
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| There’s nothing to get
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| Will you still place your bet
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| Against the Neighbourhood Threat?
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| Somewhere a baby’s feeding
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| Somewhere a mother’s needing
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| Outside her boy is trying
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| But mostly he is crying
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| Did you see his eyes?
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| Did you see his crazy eyes?
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| And you’re so surprised he doesn’t run to catch your ash
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| Everybody always wants to kiss your trash
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| But you can’t help him, no one can
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| And now that he knows
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| There’s nothing to get
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| Not in this place
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| Not in your face
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| Will you still place your bet
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| Against the Neighbourhood Threat? |