Pinhead Gunpowder Landlords
Cold floors, landlords
Knocking knocking, should we let him in
Should we lock the doors and throw away the key
What should we hide first? Should we
Throw away the door, throw away the sink
Throw away every comforting thing
Throw away the beds so no one can tell
This is how we,this is how we'll
Cut the power off, give me cold, cramped rooms
Disconnected phones and leaky roofs
Give it to me in large large upaid bills
This is how we, this is how we'll
Spend the rest of our days
Forever and always, this is
This how we learn from our mistakes
Repeat them over again
Put them all together, that's what we'll do
With a little curtain seperating each room
Argue, bicker and fight
Everyone plots their escape
But in the end there's nowhere else to go
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 going to do?