Neighbours

They look dim and move slow As if underwater They cook food and play vinyl And ransack the cupboards If I sleep they make noise Just to wake me up When I'm hot they get close When I'm cold they turn off the heating I'm rolling out of my bed To turn the gas off And I could easily be The first to die Face pressed to the mirror Like an asshole Who the neighbours took a month Or two to find I get dressed in the dark And I slip my crocs on I upset the dog's bowl As I enter the kitchеn There's no truce to bе had I'm going to smoke them Out of my house They won't go, so I'll go But I'll take them with me I'm rolling out of my bed To turn the gas off And I could easily be The first to die Face pressed to the mirror Like an asshole Who the neighbours took A month or two to find I don't know what comes next So it's dadadada