In My Apartment Songtext
von Philip Labes

Apt A is cold as ice because she′s knows she's hot
Apt B′s a communist but hogs the parking spot
And Apt C's a mystery and always carries cash
We'd probably be frustrated but he′s where we get our stash

The guy who lives below me is an early divorcé
And the gal who lives above me got her heart broke yesterday
And I wonder if they′re meant to be but'll never find the door
And all that′s in their way is just my ceiling and my floor

And when I got mugged my neighbors were the ones that rubbed my back
Living thin in these one-bedrooms while we keep our landlord fat
Yeah it's just the 81 of us, the laundry, and the rat
But I don′t mind it


In my apartment
There's nothing in between us but some plaster
In my apartment
We gossip and we spy and we have sex
In my apartment
Never asked to be a part of this collective
Sharing nothing but the zip code on our checks
And a massive complex

The guy across the hall is such a natural with plants
That he gets a pretty garden and the rest of us get ants
The man upstairs, once came down, and told us to be fair
But sometimes I′m not even sure he really lives up there

The girl next door is married, but I'm holding out a fight
'Cause her boy′s either a cheater, or he just works at night
There′s a elderly old woman, who always asks me for the time
She's lived her since the seventies, so her rent is half of mine

And I never see my family, and I don′t have many friends
And it's funny to imagine that the day I reach the end
I′ll have spent more time with strangers, I could barely comprehend
But I don't mind it


In my apartment
There′s nothing in between us but some plaster
In my apartment
We gossip and we spy and we have sex
In my apartment
Never asked to be a part of this collective
Sharing nothing but the zip code on our checks
And a massive complex

And if I'm lucky enough to find
A house that's cheap enough I can buy
I know I′ll get peace and quiet
But somehow miss the screaming and crying
Of eighty people all living and dying
And I don′t mind it

In my apartment
There's nothing in between us but some plaster
In my apartment
We gossip and we spy and we have sex
In my apartment
Never asked to be a part of this collective
Sharing nothing but the zip code on our checks
You live next door right?

In my apartment
There′s nothing in between us but some plaster
In my apartment
We gossip and we spy and we have sex
In my apartment
Never asked to be a part of this collective
Sharing nothing but the zip code on our checks
And a massive complex