The neighbours scream
Play their f*cking western
And get drunk on
Their backyard wine
The old man hits
His daughter
Police show up
Two days late.
The neighbours put up
A plastic Santa
And cover it with
Christmas lights
Lights that blink
Into Easter
Lights that blink
Well into Easter...
The neighbours fight
The neighbours have a flagpole and sing their national anthem.
Neighbours, Neighbours, Neighbours.
The neighbours enormous
Three-legged cat-thing
Sprays in the alley
Under my window
The children cry
All the time and
Smoke dope and the
Old man gave me a dirty look.
Sometimes I sit there
With him on the véranda,
Listening to him
Crying & moaning
I don't care
What language
He's talking.
The neighbours's boy has AIDS
The neighbours's car is a bazou that hacks & burns oil.
But when my wife was sick
He drove us to the emergency
And when she died...
He gave me daffodils
From his own garden.
"life is too short"
"life is too short"
That's what my wife says.
She's dead, died last year.
Maybe she's lucky. Maybe she's lucky.
He's lost his job at yard
I gave him tomatoes
And green pepper.
I see the TV on
All the time...
The boy André,
He's getting thinner every week. (bis)
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French B - Neighbours Lyrics
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The neighbours scream
Play their f*cking western
And get drunk on
Their backyard wine
The old man hits
His daughter
Police show up
Two days late.
The neighbours put up
A plastic Santa
And cover it with
Christmas lights
Lights that blink
Into Easter
Lights that blink
Well into Easter...
The neighbours fight
The neighbours have a flagpole and sing their national anthem.
Neighbours, Neighbours, Neighbours.
The neighbours enormous
Three-legged cat-thing
Sprays in the alley
Under my window
The children cry
All the time and
Smoke dope and the
Old man gave me a dirty look.
Sometimes I sit there
With him on the véranda,
Listening to him
Crying & moaning
I don't care
What language
He's talking.
The neighbours's boy has AIDS
The neighbours's car is a bazou that hacks & burns oil.
But when my wife was sick
He drove us to the emergency
And when she died...
He gave me daffodils
From his own garden.
"life is too short"
"life is too short"
That's what my wife says.
She's dead, died last year.
Maybe she's lucky. Maybe she's lucky.
He's lost his job at yard
I gave him tomatoes
And green pepper.
I see the TV on
All the time...
The boy André,
He's getting thinner every week. (bis)
Play their f*cking western
And get drunk on
Their backyard wine
The old man hits
His daughter
Police show up
Two days late.
The neighbours put up
A plastic Santa
And cover it with
Christmas lights
Lights that blink
Into Easter
Lights that blink
Well into Easter...
The neighbours fight
The neighbours have a flagpole and sing their national anthem.
Neighbours, Neighbours, Neighbours.
The neighbours enormous
Three-legged cat-thing
Sprays in the alley
Under my window
The children cry
All the time and
Smoke dope and the
Old man gave me a dirty look.
Sometimes I sit there
With him on the véranda,
Listening to him
Crying & moaning
I don't care
What language
He's talking.
The neighbours's boy has AIDS
The neighbours's car is a bazou that hacks & burns oil.
But when my wife was sick
He drove us to the emergency
And when she died...
He gave me daffodils
From his own garden.
"life is too short"
"life is too short"
That's what my wife says.
She's dead, died last year.
Maybe she's lucky. Maybe she's lucky.
He's lost his job at yard
I gave him tomatoes
And green pepper.
I see the TV on
All the time...
The boy André,
He's getting thinner every week. (bis)
Writer: Ian John Stephens, Roger Miron
Copyright: Lyrics © David Murphy et Cie, Éditions Translucides
Copyright: Lyrics © David Murphy et Cie, Éditions Translucides