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
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