Down where your paint is cracking   Look down your backstairs buddy   Somebody's living there and   He don't really feel the weather   And he don't share your pleasures   No he don't share your pleasures   Look at his eyes   Did you see his crazy eyes   You're so surprised he don't run to catch your ash   Everybody always wants to kiss your trash      You can't help him   Nobody can   Now that he knows   There's nothing to get   Will you still place your bet   On the neighborhood threat      Somewhere a baby's bleeding   Somewhere a mother's needing   Outside a boy is lying   But mostly he is crying   And he just shouts in anger   You'll find him interesting   Look at his eyes   Did you see his crazy eyes   You're so surprised he doesn't build for you   Everybody always wants to run with you