Leaves fall down on the big house lawn, dungeon light shines through the cracks in the walls, men don't go where the sun don't shine, we're living on top of the devil's fault line.

The cat caught a mouse in the closet over there, something ain't right about the black bloody hair, the boy in the corner, I still haven't met, He's been talking all day but I ain't seen him yet.

Pickles and crazy cat go at it again, possums gotta leave cause they don't pay rent, their making rock & roll in the dungeon and now, the neighbor's blasting beach boys cause the party's too loud.

Standing by the road on the city side walk, the neighbor's got a shotgun and a cinder block, don't touch my flowers you'll get both of them barrel's, and if that don't learn ya my cinder block will.

Scarecrows looking at the city streets, not so much birds are tryin to eat our seeds but you never know who or what's coming your way a mile from Magnolia just off Broadway.

- Kevin Walford and Scott Alan Trowbridge