Moldy man sits in the corner waiting
For the dawn to come, sheds blue tears
Neverending flicking fuzz off with his
Hidin in that junk"
You're actin blind it's
Plain to see him peachy patchy hide the sun
Moldy man he has no brothers moisture
Dripping off his toes with hand me downs that
Clog and clutter a dark room where he
Eavesdroppin on your bread and butter
Bleedin blue blood serenade that's bouncing off the shutters
"Can't you seem me from the
Door I'm just mindin my own curled up on the
Floor my the sunlight hurts my eyes
Guess I'll stay where it's moldy inside"
