The Edge Of Your Street

Something's brewing Like tea stewing At the edge of your street Something's crumbling While someone's mumbling At the edge of your street The sides of Vans have words Frightening and absurd At the edge of your street Gods a voyeur To your paranoia At the edge of your street Everything you feel Has congealed At the edge of your street You're counting sheep That turn to rotting meat At the edge of your street Fear is not a stranger But is a neighbour At the edge of your street Is that foxes screaming Or is that wishful thinking At the edge of your street Even when you can sleep Someone seems to peep From the edge of your street The sirens are getting closer A familiar face on that poster On the edge of your street You don't have a plan Just a hammer in your hand At the edge of your street Something snapped When you lost your cat At the edge of your street Something snapped When you found your cat At the edge of your street