Sour Me
Quiet neighbours across the street
We got a fifth floor view of the dead beat
And the people upstairs keep on stomping their feet
While the neighbours next doo just keep on fighting
Discount shopping across the tracks
Go anywhere you want with a bus pass
Or a fist full of change to take us anywhere
But when we leave we still gotta come back here
To the floors coming up in the summer time
And the ceiling coming down when there's no sunshine
Rain seeping in through the walls
Just add that problem to the rest of 'em all
Like the stove no working when you turn it on
And the water's sitting high 'cause the plumbing's clogged
No one's coming 'round to fix this stuff
We call and complain but it's never enough
Old lady shuffling around the hall
Past the splintered up door from the police call
They're busting drug dealers in here left and right
Aw man how we supposed to get high tonight
Buy some beer above the discount store
To make it through the night we'll need a 2-4
To cope with the heat that we can't control
That's the quality of living from our slumlord
The rent's too high to be poverty
And the standards too low to be luxury
It's good enough for some but it's not for me
We're living in the slums of Sowerby
Sour me
Sour me
Sour me
Sour me
Sour me
Sour me
Sour me
We got a fifth floor view of the dead beat
And the people upstairs keep on stomping their feet
While the neighbours next doo just keep on fighting
Discount shopping across the tracks
Go anywhere you want with a bus pass
Or a fist full of change to take us anywhere
But when we leave we still gotta come back here
To the floors coming up in the summer time
And the ceiling coming down when there's no sunshine
Rain seeping in through the walls
Just add that problem to the rest of 'em all
Like the stove no working when you turn it on
And the water's sitting high 'cause the plumbing's clogged
No one's coming 'round to fix this stuff
We call and complain but it's never enough
Old lady shuffling around the hall
Past the splintered up door from the police call
They're busting drug dealers in here left and right
Aw man how we supposed to get high tonight
Buy some beer above the discount store
To make it through the night we'll need a 2-4
To cope with the heat that we can't control
That's the quality of living from our slumlord
The rent's too high to be poverty
And the standards too low to be luxury
It's good enough for some but it's not for me
We're living in the slums of Sowerby
Sour me
Sour me
Sour me
Sour me
Sour me
Sour me
Sour me
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Writer(s): Devin Shields
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