Testo Shit Town

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.