Squatting on doorsteps following footsteps
Nocturnal habits are surveyed with interest
So we crawl into corners ignore any callers
And imagine our radiators clang for our neighbors
When we crawl on all fours upon the cushioned floor
Still they cling to the walls and knock on our doors
And the tendency for tenants is tenacity
The paint is crashed and the paper peels
The plaster falls and the body reels softly
Forty watt bulb swing from a light cloud
On lawnmower groan, the carpet has grown
But they have eyes at the key holes and ears at the walls
But they have eyes at the key holes and ears at the walls
And the tendency for tenants is secrecy

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