If music was a house
Oh I would be cleaning
I would scrub the floor
And listen to the ceiling
Tidy up my part, air used inspiration out
Keep the windows open let the world
Know that it's loud…that it's loud
If music was our mother
I would be her ugliest child
The one she wouldn't admit she gave
Birth to publicly
'cause I am just a punk, who never did
What's right.
And punks don't know what's harmony
Or how to play in time…play in time
If that's all that music's to me
If that's all that music's to you
Then let it be…