The woman downstairs

she's missing some teeth

It's either the man she's with or extreme poverty

And the woman next door, has a tattoo of a

scorpion on her shoulder blade

The lady above me, she's mean to her kids

I've found the cheapest place to live

Who's to say there's nothing to be grateful for

When the TV and the Guns and Roses

blare at four in the morning

I think at least I'm not homeless

on someone's front door

The man in the basement

has a dog that barks a lot

And one Eddie Vedder tape that he can't

hear enough of after dark

There's stray cats and bicycles parked in the yard

For a narrow road there are quite a few cars

Who's to say there's nothing to be grateful for

The water pressure's a fine mist

and the phone jack won't work

At least my landlord's in Ireland

so he can't be a jerk

The fire station is a quarter mile away

There've been a lot of fires lately,

none of them in the day

It sounds like an air raid siren,

kind of alarming in the night

I left home to find peace alone, it's not

quite like that but at least it's my own

Who's to say there's nothing to be grateful for

There's off street parking

and free garbage disposal

And they shovel the snow

The fleas are thriving

though I've never had a cat

But otherwise things here aren't all that bad

Who's to say there's nothing to be grateful for

The walls are too thin and so are the floors

But at least I'm not homeless

on someone's front door