Little Platoons (my Neighbourhood) Lyrics - Pursuit Of Happiness

My neighbors in the real world 

Are like the people in my dreams 

The numb walk with the wicked 

And I walk in between 

They're really hard to talk to 

But they've always something to say 

It's either thick and incoherent 

Or undercut with rage 

Things out here can get a little crazy 

People are aimless - not so smart - a bit lazy 

Things in my neighbourhood can get a little rough 

But that's where my room is, that's where I keep my stuff 

Women around here don't fare all too well 

There's usually a comment or a taunt from some loser who smells 

The ones who get married or shack up don't last too long 

Their men like to fight - sometimes with guns 

Things out here can get a little crazy 

People are aimless - not so smart - a bit lazy 

Things in my neighbourhood can get a little rough 

But that's where my room is, that's where I keep my stuff 

Some of the old ones have lived here for years 

They keep their places nice in spite of everything 

Once they had a meal for the lonely and downtrodden 

Now they lock their doors tight - those days are forgotten 

At night there's a lot of yelling at each other and to themselves 

I hope I never hear somebody's final cry for help 

There's a lot of hate out there so I keep my head down 

Past the 7-11, down my dark street till I get home 

Things out here can get a little crazy 

People are aimless - not so smart - a bit lazy 

Things in my neighbourhood can get a little rough 

But that's where my room is, that's where I keep my stuff