Incubus - Trouble In 421 Lyrics
The evening began as a positive swaretAnd my abode was 4-2-0 g.But little did I know that in the very next apartmentThered be trouble on the brew for me!Ubiquitous I wish I could beBecause the clock cuts short my own day!One hundred things to do before I rest my sore assUpon the cushion that supports my array!Can this be?Trouble!!!So if I may, slip you a tip.Youd best stay away from 4-2-1.Trouble!!!So get high the green way.So get by the green way...yes!I knocked upon their doorIn hopes of bidding them their welcomeAnd instead I was caught by an eye.His pupil was wide openKinda like a liquor barn at 3:00.It was indoubadoubly dose derived.It was then that they took meAnd shined their light between my eyes.He said what are ya new?Why are you here? whats the catch?Why not explain in clear? why youre peakin around? !I wish I couldve just kept to my own.My hospitality has been too well spent and Ive paid my rent!I shouldve kept my thoughts, on who mightve been insideSo that my mind could sit and delude my pride!I beg my common sense to keep myNeighbor out away from my front doorUntil I find a wayTo hide myself from those in 4-2-1.......one..one away from the good one.
