Moldy man sits in the corner
Waiting for the dawn to come
Sharp images never ending
Flickering buzz off with his thumb
But if you caught busting asking
Why you're hiding in that junk
He acting blind, it's plain to see
Meechy patchy hiding sun
Moldy man he has no covers
Moisture dripping off his toes
Old family man's a-calling
Butter up that roomy evening glow
Please don't panic if you catch
He's dropping on your bread and butter
Breathing through the tenement
Spouting off the shutters
Can't you see me from the door?
I'm just minding my own
Curled up on the floor
My, the sunlight hurts my eyes
Guess I'll stay where it's moldy inside
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