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