Yea a little soft around the middle
Ever since I was little
And I’m growing softer all the time
Getting high out of my mind
But is that any way to be my neighbor?
You’re always rocking down the house all night
But that’s alright
Yea that’s alright
You’re always laughing, you must be joking
I just wanna taste of what you’ve been smoking
Oh ya you read my mind, the party’s over
So you best get in line with all the others
Cause they ain’t going nowhere
And I’m 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?
I’m always talking to myself all night
But that’s alright
Yea that’s alright
Yea that’s alright
Yea that’s 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