The Residents R. Stevie Moore

The residents are moving
Into this locality
They brought their wives and kids with them
Without consulting me
I see a station wagon
Pulling in without a sound
They must be planning to invade
Our private little town

Now the residential neighborhood
We never knew
Transforms into another
Kind of automotive tool
In retrospect I reminisce
When they were far away
The air was clean and
People were expected to obey

Now things arе changing overnight
The snake fingеr is here
I better hide the closet from
The cryptic overseer
It looks like Mr. Fox is
Pointing over at my room
But I got just the weapon
To ensure his very doom