Broadway

Watch your back when you come by my house
'Cause I'm building a bomb in the garage
Take you out with the push of a button

There's this school next to my house
Filled with tired scenes of pregnant teens and baby carriages

And the boozer kids are walking home
At all hours under my window
Oh did you hear what she said though?
What she said, oh what they said?

There's this house next to my house
Filled with drunken teens away
And they're walking home
At three in the fucking morning keeping me awake