Down where your paint is cracking Look down you 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 Look at his eyes Did you see his crazy eyes You're so surprised he don't run to catch your ash Everybody always wants to kiss your trash You can't help him Nobody can Now that he knows There's nothing to get Will you still place your bet On the neighborhood threat Somewhere a baby's bleeding Somewhere a mother's needing Outside a boy is lying But mostly he is crying And he just shouts in anger You'll find him interesting Look at his eyes Did you see his crazy eyes You're so surprised he doesn't build for you Everybody always wants to run with you
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