The weavers live up the street from me
The crackheads, they live down the street from me
The tall grass makes it hard to see
Beyond my property

Hey man, this is criminal,
This hard line symmetry of people and pets

We don't bother anyone
We keep to ourselves
The mailman visits each of us in turn
We don't bother anyone
We keep to ourselves
The mailman visits each of us in time

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live
In shit towne
Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live
In our town.

• All Over You
• Horse
• I Alone
• Iris
• Lightning Crashes
• Pillar of Davidson
• Selling The Drama
• Shit Towne
• Stage
• T. B. D.
• The Dam at Otter Creek
• Top
• Waitress
• White, Discussion