This is a song about a dirty townWho's walking by me from Monday to Friday past my windowThe weekend should break but he brings all the strays out past my windowI wish you were shining, the girls would be smiling by my windowBut it's always raining and it's always grey outside my windowAlways grey outside my windowMy window, my window, my windowThe carpets are stained and the wallpapers stainedAnd by my windowMy window, my window, my windowThe music played and it's always the same outside my windowMy window, my window, my windowThe drunks and the junkies go round and about outside my windowMy window, my window, my windowI wish I knew somewhere that's clean like it's not outside my windowMy window, my window, my windowLike it's not outside my windowMy window, my window, my windowMy window, my window, my windowMy window, my window, my windowOutside my windowLike it's not outside my windowMy window, my window, my windowTapping my feet to the sound of the street outside my windowMy window, my window, my windowMy window, my window, my windowThere ain't no police marching time to the beat outside my windowAnd there ain't no trees, ain't no flowers, no bees outside my windowThe only green that I see is the green that I breathe out through my windowThat I breathe out through my windowThat I breathe out through my windowThat I breatheThat I breatheyou