Mr. Brownstone sits in the titan of the ship
Meddle state he will liken to a minute
Mr. Brownstone hears the misfit
Waiting on the street where he'll be with her
Watching to the hazy mound
Mr. Brown is waiting for some hopeful news
And Mr.'s staying waiting for the 'nother truth
In through the door enclave again
The mold in place upon the corner
Mrs. Purple came from behind the door
Wearing nothing but foreign clothing
Of someone else's wardrobe
Why are you doing this to me?
It seems as if the cat went out with the mouse
And shot the dog in the fucking face
Mr. Brown, what's goin' on?
Answer, where is the answer?
People work and every day they come home to see their houses torn apart
Mr. and Mrs. Jones thought:
What a lovely place this is
I think we can start (a) life here
Taking up residence in this place
Buried underneath the carpet
Where Mrs. Purple laid her head