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 [bad word] towne 
gotta live, gotta live, gotta live 
in our town