© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
The people in the next room are a world away, but I can still hear
everything they say, Iím paid up thru the summer Iíd hate to leave, radio
says one thing t.v. another I donít know what to believe.
The people in the next room are getting on my nerves, but every tenant
gets just what he deserves, I stare out the window out where the airport
used to be, not a figure makes sense except upon poetry.
The people in the next room I donít wish them any harm, but just to get
rid of Ďem for a little while I punched the fire alarm, her letters ask when
will I be coming home, a BMW rolls by I admire the chrome.
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The people in the next room donít realize who I am, but I could paint
them into a hell of a jam, the room service is good but I donít use it
much, itís that tip you have to give and the bell boys grateful touch.
The people in the next room donít even know Iím in here, they donít
understand midnight and that bottomless fear, the way this room is
decorated itís really not me at all, I donít know which escort service I
The people in the next room are just a wall away, but they still canít seem
to hear anything I say, tonight I study unborn and revise my doom, Iíll
just have to learn to live with the people in the next room.