The woman downstairs
she's missing some teeth
It's either the man she's with or extreme poverty
And the woman next door, has a tattoo of a
scorpion on her shoulder blade
The lady above me, she's mean to her kids
I've found the cheapest place to live
Who's to say there's nothing to be grateful for
When the TV and the Guns and Roses
blare at four in the morning
I think at least I'm not homeless
on someone's front door
The man in the basement
has a dog that barks a lot
And one Eddie Vedder tape that he can't
hear enough of after dark
There's stray cats and bicycles parked in the yard
For a narrow road there are quite a few cars
Who's to say there's nothing to be grateful for
The water pressure's a fine mist
and the phone jack won't work
At least my landlord's in Ireland
so he can't be a jerk
The fire station is a quarter mile away
There've been a lot of fires lately,
none of them in the day
It sounds like an air raid siren,
kind of alarming in the night
I left home to find peace alone, it's not
quite like that but at least it's my own
Who's to say there's nothing to be grateful for
There's off street parking
and free garbage disposal
And they shovel the snow
The fleas are thriving
though I've never had a cat
But otherwise things here aren't all that bad
Who's to say there's nothing to be grateful for
The walls are too thin and so are the floors
But at least I'm not homeless
on someone's front door
