Little Platoons (My Neighbor) - The Pursuit Of Happiness

My neighbours in the real world
Are like the people in my dreams
The numb walk with the wicked
And I walk in between
They're really hard to talk to
But they've always something to say
It's either thick and incoherent
Or undercut with rage
Things out here can get a little crazy
People are aimless not so smart a bit lazy
Things in my neighbourhood can get a little rough
But that's where my room is
That's where I keep my stuff
That's where I keep my stuff
Women around here don't fare all too well
There's usually a comment or a taunt
From some loser who smells
The ones who get married or shack up don't last too long
Their men like to fight sometimes with guns
Things out here can get a little crazy
People are aimless not so smart a bit lazy
Things in my neighbourhood can get a little rough
But that's where my room is
That's where I keep my stuff
That's where I keep my stuff
Some of the old ones have lived here for years
They keep their places nice in spite of everything
Once they had a meal for the lonely and downtrodden
Now they lock their doors tight those days are forgotten
At night there's a lot of yelling at
Each other and to themselves
I hope I never hear somebody's final cry for help
There's a lot of hate out there so I keep my head down
Past the seven eleven down my dark street till I get home
Things out here can get a little crazy
People are aimless not so smart a bit lazy
Things in my neighbourhood can get a little rough
But that's where my room is
That's where I keep my stuff
That's where I keep my stuff