Neighborhood Threat



 
 

Down where your paint is cracking

Look down your backstairs buddy

Somebodies living there and

He don’t really feel the weather

And he don’t share your pleasures

No, he don’t share your pleasures

Did you see his eyes?

Did you see his crazy eyes?

And you’re so surprised he doesn’t run to catch your ash

Everybody always wants to kiss your trash

And you can’t help him, no one can

And now that he knows

There’s nothing to get

Will you still place your bet

Against the neighborhood threat?

Somewhere a baby’s feeding

Somewhere a mother’s needing

Outside her boy is trying

But mostly he is crying

Did you see his eyes?

Did you see his crazy eyes?

And you’re so surprised he doesn’t run to catch your ash

Everybody always wants to kiss your trash

But you can’t help him, no one can

And now that he knows

There’s nothing to get

Not in this place

Not in your face

Will you still place your bet

Against the neighborhood threat?

Lyrics: Iggy Pop

Music composers: Bowie, Gardiner

 
 

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