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Late night emergency and I'm the one on call
Something's stopping up the works up the block
But it's my night, and I am the handyman, after all,
Even off the clock.
Built for travelers back before the sprawl-out
Now the traffickers they hold the rent down
Long walks of life, housing them all
The thousand restless hearts pounding on these walls
No wonder it's crumbling
Down at The Commons
He's screaming in his sleep
Gone off his meds
He's done something to creep
They set him on his head and he said....
“AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
and he said, and he said....
An unregistered guest, a floor full of air mattresses
Smoking what he scored at the cookout!
Old pipes are cracking but I can't seem to fix em, good tools and I keep on working but I can't even fix
em, I can't fix any of those leaks!
So I'm shouting from my shallow,
Announcing from my down below,
LOOK OUT! DON'T GO OUT THERE!
He's been screaming in his sleep
Gone off his meds
He's done something to creep
They set him on his head and he said.....
“BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHH!”
and he said, and he said, and he said...
“Turn me over, turn me over immediately
You're not the real, you're not the real cops
Turn me over, turn me over immediately
You're not the real, you're not the real cops
(and we said, and we said... Thank You...)
Turn me over, turn me over immediately
You're not the real, you're not the real cops.”
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