The People On My Block- By Kenny Hogan 10/17/08
These are the people on my block
These are the people on my block
See the man with the woman head?
Livin on welfare, and she just got out of bed
Yellin at her husband, with his broken hip
Screamin' at her children, crackin' that whip
Scratch them tickets, throw 'em on the lawn
Chain-smokin' ciragettes, eatin bon-bons
Sittin' in a lawn chair all day long
All day long
They're always yellin', they never talk,
These are the people on my block
These are the people on my block
Up drives the gay guy you hardly ever see,
All the neighbors hate him, but he doesn't bother me
Shakes hands with the mailman
With the rug-burns on his knees
Special delivery!
There's a dog on a rooftop barking at a cat
Some kind of cross between a pitbull and a rat
and he never stops barking in E flat
Some day he'll fall right off, and that will be that
They stick him out the window, don't take him for a
walk
these friggin' people on my block
These are the people on my block
There's 15 thugs dealin drugs out on the corner
Playin basketball and smokin' marijuana
We just ignore 'em, we don't wanna fight
They yell and they swear
And they scream into the night
Tiny terrorist across the street
He came from somewhere in the middle east
He's making something in cellar late at night
I hear him down there banging on the pipes
Waiting for the signal, watchin the clock,
There's a lot of secrets on my block
These are the people on my block
And the cars keep flyin'
Flyin down the street
And the cars keep flyin'
Flyin' down the street
That guy behind me, he ain got got no friends
One day his wife came out and she screamed at him
We heard the chain saw,
And we never saw her again
Wonder where she's been?
Her car's been out there bout a year or so
She could be rotting in the trunk for all we know
She could be buried in that garden down below
we heard some screaming, never saw her go
She might be dead or she mighta took a walk, but...
There's one less person on my block
One less person on my block
And the cars keep flyin'
Flyin' down the street
And the cars keep flyin'
Flyin' down the street
Nosey Rosie, peeking through the blinds
Watching through the curtains, watching all the time
Every time the wind blows
I gotta hear those fuckin' chimes
Angry Chinese baby music, janglin' my mind
Big fat biker dude cracks another beer
Snowblows the driveway in his underwear
Kids are runnin wild,
No one seems to care,
Not around here
Revs up his motorcycle, puts me into shock
wakes all the the people on my block
Wakes all the people on my block
And the cars keep flyin'
Flyin' down the street
And the cars keep flyin'
Flyin' down the street
That God Damned motorcycle will not let me sleep
I hear the chainsaw and it's giving me the creeps
Chinese baby music coming from those chimes
Man with the woman head, yellin all the time
Rat-dog barking bout tah drive me up a wall
Ten punks are screaming at a basketball
Terrorist drilling and bangin' on the pipes
How the hell am I suposed to sleep at night?
Somebody's out there. Is the back door locked?
These are the people on my block
These are the people on my block
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These are the people on my block
These are the people on my block
See the man with the woman head?
Livin on welfare, and she just got out of bed
Yellin at her husband, with his broken hip
Screamin' at her children, crackin' that whip
Scratch them tickets, throw 'em on the lawn
Chain-smokin' ciragettes, eatin bon-bons
Sittin' in a lawn chair all day long
All day long
They're always yellin', they never talk,
These are the people on my block
These are the people on my block
Up drives the gay guy you hardly ever see,
All the neighbors hate him, but he doesn't bother me
Shakes hands with the mailman
With the rug-burns on his knees
Special delivery!
There's a dog on a rooftop barking at a cat
Some kind of cross between a pitbull and a rat
and he never stops barking in E flat
Some day he'll fall right off, and that will be that
They stick him out the window, don't take him for a
walk
these friggin' people on my block
These are the people on my block
There's 15 thugs dealin drugs out on the corner
Playin basketball and smokin' marijuana
We just ignore 'em, we don't wanna fight
They yell and they swear
And they scream into the night
Tiny terrorist across the street
He came from somewhere in the middle east
He's making something in cellar late at night
I hear him down there banging on the pipes
Waiting for the signal, watchin the clock,
There's a lot of secrets on my block
These are the people on my block
And the cars keep flyin'
Flyin down the street
And the cars keep flyin'
Flyin' down the street
That guy behind me, he ain got got no friends
One day his wife came out and she screamed at him
We heard the chain saw,
And we never saw her again
Wonder where she's been?
Her car's been out there bout a year or so
She could be rotting in the trunk for all we know
She could be buried in that garden down below
we heard some screaming, never saw her go
She might be dead or she mighta took a walk, but...
There's one less person on my block
One less person on my block
And the cars keep flyin'
Flyin' down the street
And the cars keep flyin'
Flyin' down the street
Nosey Rosie, peeking through the blinds
Watching through the curtains, watching all the time
Every time the wind blows
I gotta hear those fuckin' chimes
Angry Chinese baby music, janglin' my mind
Big fat biker dude cracks another beer
Snowblows the driveway in his underwear
Kids are runnin wild,
No one seems to care,
Not around here
Revs up his motorcycle, puts me into shock
wakes all the the people on my block
Wakes all the people on my block
And the cars keep flyin'
Flyin' down the street
And the cars keep flyin'
Flyin' down the street
That God Damned motorcycle will not let me sleep
I hear the chainsaw and it's giving me the creeps
Chinese baby music coming from those chimes
Man with the woman head, yellin all the time
Rat-dog barking bout tah drive me up a wall
Ten punks are screaming at a basketball
Terrorist drilling and bangin' on the pipes
How the hell am I suposed to sleep at night?
Somebody's out there. Is the back door locked?
These are the people on my block
These are the people on my block
Back to the home page
Note: This song is a work of fiction.
It does not represent or describe any
actual people who live in my
neighborhood.
.
Any resemblance to any person living
or dead is purely coincidental.
Kenny Hogan
Guitar, Harmonica, Vocals Bass, &
Drum programming, editing.
It does not represent or describe any
actual people who live in my
neighborhood.
.
Any resemblance to any person living
or dead is purely coincidental.
Kenny Hogan
Guitar, Harmonica, Vocals Bass, &
Drum programming, editing.
