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 shit towne
  gotta live, gotta live, gotta live
  in our town.