Letras:Casey Dienel. Phylactery Factory. Dreaming Of The Plum Trees.

Upstairs the neighbors are moving in
Hammering nails into their beds
You can hear them falling in love again
Three times this evening

While we were asleep in bed
Jealous of how they were so content
Jealous of the money they spent
Three times this evening

She was born in New Orleans
He made his money on Long Island
Out on Montauk
Sold used cars and paved parking lots

They bought a cigarette boat
And then they bought a truck
To pull the cigarette boat
From lot to lot, lot to lot

Oh, but I saw their girl Ruthie
She was running through the streets in her bare feet
Someone ought to be ashamed
Someone ought to
Someone ought to be ashamed

Their daughter stepped on glass again
Her foot bled red as dye
Through the floorboards
Through the floor, through the floor
Through the floorboards

You could hear her crying
You could hear his hand drop
They split the estate up
It was against the law
It was against the law

Oh, but I saw their girl Ruthie
She was running through the streets in her bare feet
Someone ought to be ashamed
Someone ought to
Someone ought to be ashamed

But we were dreaming of the plum trees
We were just dreaming of getting by
Getting by, getting by, getting by

We were dreaming of making ends meet
We were just dreaming of just getting by
Getting by, getting by, getting by

I fell in love again tonight
My heart bled red as dye through the floorboards
Through the floor, through the floor
Through the floorboards

While they tried to sleep in bed
Jealous of how they were so content
Jealous of the money they spent
Three times this evening
Three times this evening

Oh, and I saw their girl Ruthie
She was running through the streets in her bare feet
Someone ought to be ashamed
Someone ought to
Someone ought to be ashamed

But we were dreaming of the plum trees
We were just dreaming of getting by

Oh we were dreaming of making ends meet
Oh we were just dreaming of just getting by
Getting by, getting by, getting by