Poor Mrs. Johnson carries her baby wrapped in a paper bag
Hear her cry through the walls
Playing that tired song
I live on the fourteenth floor
I don't ever go out no more
Ya-oh, ya-oh
So withdrawn am I
Shining the lockets
Dearly departeds
Hang them on a silver chain
Like children on a swing
They're all smiling at their release
I live on the fourteenth floor
Never go out no more
Ya-oh, ya-oh
So withdrawn am I
Once had a plant that I kept on a ledge
You know, that was a gift that I got from a friend
Once lived up the hall
Wonder were he lives now
I live on the fourteenth floor
Never go out no more
Ya-oh, ya-oh
So withdrawn am I
Hear her cry through the walls
Playing that tired song
I live on the fourteenth floor
I don't ever go out no more
Ya-oh, ya-oh
So withdrawn am I
Shining the lockets
Dearly departeds
Hang them on a silver chain
Like children on a swing
They're all smiling at their release
I live on the fourteenth floor
Never go out no more
Ya-oh, ya-oh
So withdrawn am I
Once had a plant that I kept on a ledge
You know, that was a gift that I got from a friend
Once lived up the hall
Wonder were he lives now
I live on the fourteenth floor
Never go out no more
Ya-oh, ya-oh
So withdrawn am I