The neighborhood is quiet, everyone is gone
Virgins in closet, trying something on
The patios are vacant all except for one
The widow has a drink and she holds it like a gun, it seems to weigh a ton
Batting down the hatches, fog is coming in
A kid playing with matches burned himself again
He took the whole town with him trying to kill a wasp
Magnifying glass, he saw the choice was clear, another bright idea
Set the alarm for seven, set the alarm for six
Set the alarm for seven, just for good luck
The neighborhood is quiet, everyone is gone
Virgins in the closet, watering the lawn
Antiquated racist painting on the shelf
Lock it in the basement, keep it to yourself, you should keep that to yourself
My heart inside a birdhouse, hanging from a tree
Nobody is knocking, pecking round for me
I could use a peck or a hug about now
Your arms were once open, are they open now, tell me are they open now?
The neighborhood is quiet
The neighborhood is silent
The neighborhood is quiet
The neighborhood is silent