Из альбома: Stereopathetic Soul Manure
I got a room down in Hollywood
Rent was cheap
It was this rooming house
There was an old man in the room next to me
We shared a bathroom and a hall
He'd stare at me through a crack in the door
The day I moved in I was playin' my guitar
He started bangin' on the wall with a boot
Then he came out
Started banging on my door
Ripped it open
Watch out son, I got a tasergun (x2)
He's on the loose
He's got the juice
Like a mad dog with no teeth
He spent his pension in adult book stores
Bringin' strange young men home
He'd leave me notes in the bathroom
Accusin' me of stealin' his toilet paper
He came out into the hallway
Dressed up in a greasy bathrobe
Tried to start a fight
He became known as the electric old man
And I still see him with his taser
Comin' at me
Watch out son, I got a tasergun (x2)
He's on the loose
He's got the juice
Like a picture with no (wings/?????)