The old man
Down the block
The curtains are all drawn
To ward off prying eyes
What's he hide
With those locks
You could almost swear that
You can hear the muffled cries

The lady
Two doors down
She is in the backyard
As soon as the sun sets
She's digging
In the ground
She is filling holes with
Every bit of evidence

They all got something to hide
Secrets buried that you'll never find
Such strange pursuits occupy their spare time
In the odd hours of the night

The neighbor
Up the street
Always in the tool shed
Using machinery
Reclusive
And discreet
You could almost swear that
You can hear the sounds of screams

The housewife
Right next door
As the family sits still
In the darkly lit room
She performs
Nightly chores
Doesn't it seem odd that
They no longer seem to move

They all got something to hide
Secrets buried that you'll never find
Such strange pursuits occupy their spare time
In the odd hours of the night

Who am I to blame
I know they think the same
Who am I to judge
I won't hold a grudge

If they only knew
What's hidden from view
Down in my cellar
It would cause a stir

They all got something to hide
Secrets buried that you'll never find
Such strange pursuits occupy their spare time
In the odd hours of the night

—Lyrics By Curtis Rx—