Mr. Brownstone sits in the titan of the ship Meddle state he will liken to a minute Mr. Brownstone hears the misfit Waiting on the street where he'll be with her
Take it out to Mr. Brown Watching to the hazy mound Mr. Brown is waiting for some hopeful news And Mr.'s staying waiting for the 'nother truth
In through the door enclave again The failing to attack The mold in place upon the corner Whose doorways face
Mrs. Purple came from behind the door Wearing nothing but foreign clothing Of someone else's wardrobe
Mr. Brown screamed: Why are you doing this to me? It seems as if the cat went out with the mouse And shot the dog in the fucking face
We all take something Take something for this Take something for that
[Backwards] Mr. Brown, what's goin' on? Answer, where is the answer?
People work and every day they come home to see their houses torn apart Wake up [Backwards]
Mr. and Mrs. Jones Walked up to the house Now misowned Faltering Foreclosed upon
Mr. and Mrs. Jones thought: What a lovely place this is I think we can start (a) life here
Selling... Selling all we had Taking up residence in this place Where is... The former resident(s)?
Buried underneath the carpet There was a melted spot A warm, dripping, cot
Gentle, warm bed Where Mrs. Purple laid her head And Mr. Brown... Well, he('s) around