On the street where I Live

There are ghosts hiding in my closet
There are zombies walking down my street
There’s a three legged lady with a husband named Maybe,
Not a couple  you really want to meet.
There’s a hound dog named Matt
Who thinks he’s a cat
And a parrot who lives by the door.
Plus the woman below
Who is always on show
She keeps shouting she has to have more
Has to have more.

There’s a fungus that breeds in my freezer
When it grows up, will become a small tribe.
Mr. Wrong on the corner is a perpetual mourner
So how come he’s the last one alive.
When you visit my street,
Yo make light with the feet
Here protection costs more than a dime.
And if you live half past thirty,
Life’s sure to be dirty
Just surviving might pass for a crime
Surviving will pass for a crime.

There’s a dude on the street selling S – shirts
Below zero, but he’s been there all day.
There’s a girl who’s so high
That she’s trying to fly
But the cops say she gets in their way.
I’m stuck in my slum,
My body quite numb
Are those shots or just backfire I hear.
I guess I’ll just mind my own 
And pretend I’m not home
How I wish I had bought some more beer
How I wish for a pint to appear