sadness street
There’s a house for me on sadness street
where the homes are dull and lonely.
Where the gardens don’t grow and the flowers don’t bloom.
And forget about making a family, there just isn’t enough room.
The neighbors are constantly crying,
but at least they’re trying.
The animals are slowly dying -
and the husbands won’t stop lying.
And every now and then the sun comes out, just enough for us to get a taste
but when it leaves, it’s like a smack to the face.