he stands in silence waiting for the door to open
no shoes on his feet, no wind in his hair
a modest complaint issued to the correct neighbor
don't check the apartment, he won't be there

dressed in the same clothes like a bad decision
the scoundrel is lost among the crowd
is this the character who fits your fine description
take off your headphones, you're talking too loud

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oh, you'll always look humble
you need a shower and a shave
as our economy crumbles
we'll expect you to behave

the sun is setting, does he get to go inside?
cursed to the street that leads him nowhere
a maze of doubt, working overtime on christmas
no missed calls cause nobody cares

[chorus]