Brownstone

Mr. Brownstone sits in the titan of the ship

Meddle state he will liken to a minute

Mr. Brownstone hears the misfit

Waiting on the street where he'll be with her

Take it out to Mr. Brown

Watching to the hazy mound

Mr. Brown is waiting for some hopeful news

And Mr.'s staying waiting for the 'nother truth

In through the door enclave again

The failing to attack

The mold in place upon the corner

Whose doorways face

Mrs. Purple came from behind the door

Wearing nothing but foreign clothing

Of someone else's wardrobe

Mr. Brown screamed:

Why are you doing this to me?

It seems as if the cat went out with the mouse

And shot the dog in the fucking face

We all take something

Take something for this

Take something for that

[Backwards]

Mr. Brown, what's goin' on?

Answer, where is the answer?

People work and every day they come home to see their houses torn apart

Wake up

[Backwards]

Mr. and Mrs. Jones

Walked up to the house

Now misowned

Faltering

Foreclosed upon

Mr. and Mrs. Jones thought:

What a lovely place this is

I think we can start (a) life here

Selling...

Selling all we had

Taking up residence in this place

Where is...

The former resident(s)?

Buried underneath the carpet

There was a melted spot

A warm, dripping, cot

Gentle, warm bed

Where Mrs. Purple laid her head

And Mr. Brown...

Well, he('s) around