4 Odd Hours Songtext
von Creature Feature

The old man
Down the block
The curtains are all drawn to warn off prying eyes
What′s behind
With those locks?
You can almost swear that you can hear those awful cries

The lady
Two doors down
She is in the backyard messing as the sun sets
Shes digging
In the ground
She is filling holes with every bit of evidence

They all got something to hide
Secrets buried you can never find
Such strange persons occupy the stairs
I'm in the odd hours of the night


The neighbor
Up the street
Always in the tool shed using (pushing a weed)
(...)
And discreet
You can almost swear that you could hear the soundest weeps

The housewife
Right next door
As the family sits still in the dark living room
She performs
Nightly chores
Doesnt it seem odd that they no longer seem to move?

They all got something to hide
Secrets you can never find
Such strange persons occupy the stairs
I′m in the odd hours of the night

Who am I to blame
I know they think the same
Who am I to judge
I wont hold a grudge
If they only knew
Whats beneath the view
Down in my cellar
It would cause a stir


They all got something to hide
Secrets buried you can never find
Such strange persons occupy the stairs
I'm in the odd hours of the night