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