next door

Looks like the White Lightning’s hitting him

Told you there was no home, even though the lights might be flickerin’

And if you look, you can see him through the letterbox

Holding out for an opportunity that never knocks

So he’s sitting on the sofa reminiscing

Breathtaking views—behold television

Jesus Christ Superstar, holy nepotism

Half dead with warp speed slogan recognition

Write him off as dumb like ‘look bro, wow!’

When he sees the old cowboys gun go ‘pow!’

Already put like two lives worth of work in

So if he’s still awake when they early birds are chirpin’

It’s in the comfort of his own heavenly settin’

While you’re tryna be the last head in the session (stressin’)

Cos you don’t have to look hard for beef when the clubs packed like Katz Delicatessen

The pick, the sickle and the shovel

Living in a bubble while you’re sifting through the rubble

Used to call ‘em cousin now you’re locked out blubbin’

He had enough shrugged and pushed the opt-out button

Unplugged the phone, self-isolation

Might as well sojourn in hell while you’re waitin’

The cat purrs while the ceiling fan whirrs

Don’t let I wish I did be your last words