It's a shame that we live in an imperfect world / For
Audrey Taylor from the house next door / Just last
year her husband died, Audrey became a bit senile /
She still thinks she owns her house,
but her son sold her out / He sold her house and all
her things, didn't tell her anything / He put her in
a nursing home where she spends her final days alone...
Although I may not know what the future has in store
/ I hope it's not all as corrupt as the house next door
The new neighbours are moving in,
first doing some construction / With the help of low
wager mexican day laborers / They brag to us like it's
joke, pretend to be decent folk / Human rights are
second best, we honor most our own best dressed / They're
moving in any day now, things have changed we see and
how / Our greed and pride lead us in, overlooking our own sins