The very best of rugs come at large lump sums
So we skee-balled down the bedroom halls
As the chandelier shed it's crystallized tears
We feared for all of our failures
We are the restless nest'rs of our own homes
Twining wood planks, and back breaks and heartaches
A physical task sung so fondly in poems
No expense can be spared on a mistake
But even with this accomplished all we have here are bones
And the ghosts are what's left of our housemates
I fear that the truth is forever unknown
So we'll just keep going on getting shit-faced
We'll just keep going on getting shit-faced
I've got a case of the blue... berries
No, I'm not new to sharing
You can take all the goodness that you need
Just stay here with me for a short time please
Be loving, be patient, be gentle, be kind
Are words that will earn you some peace of mind
An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind
The old truth that holds is the one told by time