there's a man living upstairs i don't know.
still i gave him a key, but if he broke into my house
his features i'd sketch would draw a blur.
what hand does he use? i'd have to confere.
the lodger - wont stay for long.
the lodger - only leaves behind
doubt and carpet cigerette burns,
shifts the blame before you learn.
the lodger - wont stay for long.
the lodger - can't prove his name.
leaves the room turned upside down,
skips last rent and jumps this town.
moved to the coast. are they watching the roads?
i guess you could swim to france. oh what a song and dance
to watch you prance and splash in fear.
when we all know you wouldn't even make the pier.
next time you come round this way
the window sign that we'll display will say "full"
