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What kind of people live in these houses?
What kind of sad dad
Scratches in this crash-pad?
T-shirts or blouses?
Torn jeans or trousers?
What kind of people live in these houses?
T-shirts or blouses?
Torn jeans or proper trousers?
They vote the way they vote
They don't know how to change
Because their parents did the same
And where will they be
Ten years from today?
Bed-sitter, bed-wetter?
Or penthouse go-getter?
What carpet-chewer
Lights up this sewer?
And which rough trade strangers
Flail around these chambers?
And what dented gent
Bends over in this tent?
They sleep with who they sleep with
Only because they are afraid to taste change
And where will they be
Ten years from today?
Dogface in a duplex?
Boisterous in cloisters?
Grabbing in a cabin
Or squatting on your quarters, oh
Sat home and folksy
Smelling in their dwelling
They look at television thinking it's their window to the world
They look at television thinking it's their window to the world
That's got to hurt
Who cares what people live in these houses?