A simple request to yell a bit less led to a little civil unrest
Right underneath by bedroom light
Some unfriendly someone woke me up
With zero humility and even less tact he broke an old vacuum on somebody's back
Now that's what I call good, clean fun
A little violence never hurt no one
There goes the neighbour, there goes the hood
Up for all hours, up to no good
He broke her pudgy arm I swear I could care less if they kill each other
How'd we get such awful luck, like getting stuck living with village idiots
And did we just get old too fast?
Too old to blast a heavy dose of Ozzy into the a.m. air
Beat me too within an inch of my life if I get any older tonight
Or if I say something really uptight
Beat me if I'm too nice
The constable came and took down their names, asked if he worked, asked her the same
He guessed he couldn't do too much (they hadn't as such assaulted anyone)
But their truck driver threats and dumb epithets continued to grate on our ears and our pet's
And now, after a sleepless night things decided not to change at all
How'd we get such awful luck? I'm a little dumbstruck
But it's better than being dumb I guess
And how'd we end up living next to a couple of sorry rejects
Who fail to understand that this foxhole is our home?