God Lives Upstairs

There was this man Who lived on the seashore The house with the steel door You passed it on the way to where you are He stares at the sand From his bedroom window Shakes as the wind blows Through the passing tail-fins of your car Nothing matters anymore If it does, he doesn't care The devil lives below him God lives upstairs He's trying to sleep So hard in the daylight Impossible at night Between those neighbours driving him insane Footsteps from above Below, it's all-night parties And it's drink up, my hearties They're stoking up for the furnace once again