A brand new lock
in my hand the key
No longer home
just leave me be
The lights are off
this abode looks empty
Am I a prisoner or am I free?
Picked up the welcome mat
barred the doors
got a guard dog waiting
on the living room floor
No soliciting sign
for those peddling ******
opportunity wont be knocking
for you anymore.
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 9:12 AM UTC
A brand new lock
in my hand the key
No longer home
just leave me be
The lights are off
this abode looks empty
Am I a prisoner or am I free?
Picked up the welcome mat
barred the doors
got a guard dog waiting
on the living room floor
No soliciting sign
for those peddling ******
opportunity wont be knocking
for you anymore.
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