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What kind of people live in these houses? What kind of sad dad Scratches in this crash-pad? T-shirts or blouses? Torn jeans or trousers? What kind of people live in these houses? T-shirts or blouses? Torn jeans or proper trousers? They vote the way they vote - they don't know how to change Because their parents did the same And where will they be Ten years from today? Bed-sitter, bed-wetter? Or penthouse go-getter? What carpet-chewer Lights up this sewer? And which rough trade strangers Flail around these chambers? And what dented gent Bends over in this tent? They sleep with who they sleep with only because They are afraid to taste change Letras de cancionesAnd where will they be Ten years from today? Dogface in a duplex? Boisterous in cloisters? Grabbing in a cabin Or squatting on your quarters, oh Sat home and folksy Smelling in their dwelling They look at television thinking it's their window to the world They look at television thinking it's their window to the world That's got to hurt Who cares what people live in these houses? From Letras Mania