The wind blows right through my house cos it's so old
The three long Winter months can really get cold
It was built by the local baker man
In the good old days
Thin walls that walks and talks to the night
Rattling and whistling and telling lies
When it's laughing it is shaking the ground
Like the whole thing is gonna come down
Got electricity and light and water running
It's all working with me and my girl
Some things needs fixing but nothing serious
Got nowhere to park so we don't own a car
So we never go that far
If I had a lighter I would put the house on fire
You?d see the flames for a hundred miles
It would light up the good neighbourhood
You could see it from the moon
You could see it from the moon
We could stand and watch the firemen
Putting it out
It's all working, firemen comes
And puts it out so we still have a house
For criminals we got, cops who get them cuffed
Sometimes it can get rough
For criminals we got, cops who get them cuffed
Sometimes it can get rough
Writer(s): Morten Abel
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