Gardening Angel - Those People

We don't like to talk about those people on the hill
Down in the valley where they never pay their bills
There's bottles on the branches and they never cut the grass
The other day one of them waved
What could he mean by that?

I'm not one to pry but I'll tell you what I heard
The neighbor said, the other day
The baby flipped her the bird
None of those kids go to school but two have been in jail
The mom carries a shotgun when she goes out to get the mail

We don't like to talk about those people on the hill
Some say they practice witchcraft
Some say they're popping pills
They're hardly ever wearing shoes
The women don't wear underwear
That one looks like she's never seen a comb
And none of them cut their hair

But we try not to mind those people on the hill
Some say they worship Satan
They sure give me the chills
They used to be so nice
They used to go to Sunday school
Now their lights are on all night
And you won't see 'em before noon

There's tie-dye on the clothesline
Poppies in the flower beds
At night we hear them raising hell
It's like to wake the dead
They've got traffic coming going there
At all hours, day and night
I wonder just what's going on in that house with no porch light

But we don't mind
We don't mind

Written by:
Moriah Wenning

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