Yea a little soft around the middle
Ever since I was little
And Iâm growing softer all the time
Getting high out of my mind
But is that any way to be my neighbor?
Youâre always rocking down the house all night
But thatâs alright
Yea thatâs alright
Youâre always laughing, you must be joking
I just wanna taste of what youâve been smoking
Oh ya you read my mind, the partyâs over
So you best get in line with all the others
Cause they ainât going nowhere
And Iâm pacing up and down the carpet of my rented apartment
And you got me climbing up the walls
In my head getting hateful
But is that anyway to be your neighbor?
Iâm always talking to myself all night
But thatâs alright
Yea thatâs alright
Yea thatâs alright
Yea thatâs alright
Oh yea you read my mind
Through the paint and plaster
You read my mind
Through the wood and wires
You read my mind
Through the paint and plaster
You read my mind
Through the wood and wires