Blue Light, Red Light

I live in a tiny closet A lukewarm cold water flat With room for a couple of cinders A mouse, a hole, and a trap I don't worry about the flights Or count the stairs 'cause I know Someone's there I took a high paying sweeping-up job Dusting after somebody else Seeing that there's clean on the windows Convincing the snow to melt I don't worry about the ride Or the subway fare 'cause I know Someone's there One day we'll move uptown Or even out to the country side And for every leaf on a tree We'll add one cub to the pride Who cares if the floor ain't level Or if the ceiling falls in Haunted by the devil And ghosts and boogeymen I can't be concerned Why should I care No place I'd go alone would compare 'cause I know You're there