Lyrics:
down to the shit-house, everybody
Let's get drunk let's get fucked up, yeah
In the shit-house, everybody
Let's go down to the shit-house
Let's go down
Meet The Brick Shithouse
This Is The Brick Shithouse [Repeats]
Meet The Brick Shithouse
Don't you wish you'd never met her? [Repeat: x3]
Lay
won't notice new masks we wear
They won't notice new masks we wear
We're underest
Runaway my friend
Away from our shithouse ways
Everyday we stay
before
It smells like a badger's bum
It smells just like Birmingham
Or maybe an Egyptian shit-house door
I wiped my arse with leaves and grass
Down by
you can't just have your way.
Oye Oye, see you're here asking for the world again,
I want to moonwalk son but life's a shithouse.
You can't win
A man's ambition must indeed be small
To write his name upon a shithouse wall
But before I die I'll add my regal scrawl
To show the world I'm left with
FIRE
GETTING LOST LIKE A SOCK IN A DRIER?
TRYING TO FIND A WAY TO RESONATE A LITTLE HIGHER?
NOW YOU'RE PREACHING TO THE SHITHOUSE CHOIR
NOW YOU'RE
It was back at the smokehouse
I wanna get me some
I had a bottle of whisky
And a bag of wine
Ya headed back to the shithouse
I had to follow ya
Me your momma and some other whore
Floating down the river on a shithouse door
Gonna tie my pecker to my leg, to my leg
Gonna tie my pecker to my
In the shithouse a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town
Tin can town
No stars in the black night
the
Shithouse and shouting slogans-
(Alright, don't practice your
Alliteration on me) anyway! When I get my
Membership card and blazer
Badge back from the League
my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flame
Youknowhat'msayin?
Eat, drink, and be merry, tomorrow you may die
That's what life's about man,
It was not enough that we were bought and brought to this home as the slave, locked in the bowels of a floating shithouse, watching those we love
wee'd in the corner near the stable door
And I buzz, career tabs death
Little one-liners
Little clever shithouse fivers
In the scope that the hands
prosthetics in Afghanistan
Picture a courthouse with no fucking laws
Picture a cathouse with no fucking whores
Picture a shithouse with no fucking drains
he's still finding his voice
I read his old yellow clipping calling him the poor man's shithouse Joyce
The impossible dream, yes you will find out
But now we are amongst you to tear this whole shithouse down
Antarctica Antarctica
We hear your call, we hear your call
Antarctica Antarctica
You in white, and me in grey go well tonight
So let's linger here
This used to be my favorite palm tree
I was starving in that shit-house
Friday’s closing shift .
She’s living with her ma and her step dad
Shithouse built back in 1922.
The paints all made with lead.
Ceiling’s falling on her
They moved my brother's bones to build a sewer
They dug them up regardless of expense
They're moving his remains to install some shit-house drains
shithouse falls in repossession
Sell your soul for a resurrection
Just dead now
Crashing down into reality
The noose is hung the rope's tight
Victim of my
been fighting off all the cravings
The undertow's been dragging me down
Some people say I'm killing myself
Will I crumble or will I drown
Your shithouse
Mark and John
He was long gone
Before they came along
So I climbed out that window of that shithouse we called home
No curtains, no love, no telephone
I
a place
where there is peace
quiet and calm
let's love
let's be friends
the end is nigh
this shithouse will end in flames
let us prepare
to go over there
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