We noticed the door had been axed in We followed black footprints that proved that every room was checked by firemen And someone is sleeping in this town that knows exactly what went down Because the arsonist was gone and never found In the meantime the door was left unlocked The thief grabbed things and walked, and made a Fortune off the things he stole and hocked Signs of fire and forced entry, missing boxes all but sent me to The deepest hue of working cla** blues Filing, pointing, and adjusting, downstairs neighbor, tell us one thing: Why did you think I'd be the perfect target? The pawn shop and its help reluctant staff needing coaxing, but At last we found some missing things, but had to buy them back They told us what the seller said and wore - we had details, but needed more So they described our neighbor on the second floor Confusion - we never would have known - to think we let him in our Home - we played Duck Hunt™ and we let him use our phone