The old man Down the block The curtains are all drawn to warn off prying eyes What's behind With those locks? You can almost swear that you can hear those awful cries The lady Two doors down She is in the backyard messing as the sun sets Shes digging In the ground She is filling holes with every bit of evidence They all got something to hide Secrets buried you can never find Such strange persons occupy the stairs I'm in the odd hours of the night The neighbor Up the street Always in the tool shed using (pushing a weed) (...) And discreet You can almost swear that you could hear the soundest weeps The housewife Right next door As the family sits still in the dark living room She performs Nightly chores Doesnt it seem odd that they no longer seem to move? They all got something to hide Secrets you can never find Such strange persons occupy the stairs I'm in the odd hours of the night Who am I to blame I know they think the same Who am I to judge I wont hold a grudge If they only knew Whats beneath the view Down in my cellar It would cause a stir They all got something to hide Secrets buried you can never find Such strange persons occupy the stairs I'm in the odd hours of the night