A hundred lives are shoved inside guests
Arrive to dump their mess obedient
Host and visiting wife come outa
The bedroom straightening clothes
In this house that i call home
Nobody knows the party rules
Gotta get in but there's no room
In this house that i call home
Beautiful walls are closing in
Looking at you you're having
A nightmare stumble over tombstone
Shoes but it's too soon
I finally look in your
Sweet eyes and somebody
Comes with a bottle of beer
After he leaves
I turn for a kiss and see
The lady next door she's naked in the street
Writer(s): John Doe, Exene Cervenka
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