Shangri-La

All the houses in the street have got a name,
because all the houses in the street they look the same.
Same chimney pots, same little cars, same window panes.
The neighbors call to tell you things that you should know.
They say their lines, they drink their tea, and then they go.
They tell your business in another shangri-la.
The gas bills and the water rates, and payments on the car.
Too scared to think about how insecure you are.
Life aint so happy in your little shangri-la.

Thanks to the Kinks for this little thruth.