Apartment To Let
Can’t tell me no one
heard
The kid hid in the
closet
Heard every smack and
groan
Windows open to the
night
Sirens screaming by
below
Party in the place
above
Breaking glass and
laughing
There’s always a
break you know
Everything stops for
just a minute
The rest of the world
butts in
Can’t tell me they
didn’t hear her
Thumpin’ up against
the walls
Fallin’ over
furniture
Wailin’ like the
sirens
Spittin’ blood and
cryin’ out
Cursin’ life and love
Makin’ for the
hallway
Puttin’ space between
hurt and the baby
I hope the fucker
fries
I hope the neighbors
have bad dreams
I hope the curtains
twitch and haunt
This neighborhood but
good
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