Cold floors, landlords Knocking knocking should we let him in Should we lock the door and throw away the key What should we hide first? Should we Throw away the door, throw away the sink Throw away every last comforting thing Throw away the beds so no one can tell This is how we, this is how well Cut the power off, give me cold cramped rooms Disconnected phones and leaky roofs Give it to me in large unpaid bills This is how we, this is how we will Spend the rest of our days Forever and always, this is This is how we live This is how we learn from our mistakes Repeat them over and again Put them all together, that's what we do With a little curtain separating each room Argue, bicker and fight Everyone plots their escape But in the end there's nowhere else to go This is all we have, this is all we know Noise spilling out from the traffic on the boulevard Broken glass and hix in the towyard Out back say, this is a declaration of war We've heard that before This is how we respond to a crisis First we steal each other's stuff Then we hide in all four corners of the house Trying to pass the blame We form another angry band Brandon took all the pots and pans And locked them in his room Now what are we gonna do Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
