Mouldy union jack curtains tower to the sky
It’s funny what you get used to
The dank smell of no light leaks out of every corner
It’s funny what you get used to
The ten year old next door smokes weed
It's funny what you get used to
The ten year old next door smokes weed
It's funny what you get used to
The neighbours give you the weird eye through their long strewn hair and jungle of a garden
It’s funny what you get used to
We're not welcome in the park in the evenings, shut the windows to block out the noise
It’s funny what you get used to
Someone was stabbed in the car park, they crawled home and died
It’s funny what you get used to
