Story of a town, like a twilight zone came around, borrow some music language found, in a garage corner around, it smells like grass and cement, like the woods and we meant,

The neighbor has a tree

There are several actually

And the fence is in the way

And then one day

A little birdie say to me

Just look over the fence and see

It is like wild forest verily

But in the backyard

You understand

Of a house in neighborland

Neighborlanta

Neighborlantis basically

When all of a sudden

Like under the Sea

Like some dark spirit

Came out of the Woods

And began inhabitation

Against the laws of every nation

They must be made to heel

You must do Theology Real

Do you understand?

To fight Hurgusburgistan.