If I had a house I'd board it up
Shake it up now, shake it up now
If I had a house I'd board it up
Shake it up now, shake it up now
I wrote a letter, but I tore it up
Spit it out now, spit it out now
I wrote a letter, but I tore it up
Spit it out now, spit it out now
Don't you think about, think about it
Don't you think about, think about it
Don't you ever think about, think about, think about it
I'd rather carve it into my arm
Serenade the poor boys at the disco
Gonna rip the hands off of all the clocks
Don't you ever think about, think about, think about it
I wash my clothing in the evening
Drip-drying, leather-sleeving
I was warmer when the nights were younger
Don't you ever think about, think about, think about it
You had a chance, but you fucked it up
Fuck it up now, fuck it up now
I had a chance, but I fucked it up
Fuck it up now, fuck it up now
I wore a fire in the pouring rain
Didn't stop, didn't drop, didn't roll with it
I broke a sweat and then I broke it again
Understand - no man's got a hand in controlling it
Oh, oh no, oh no you don't
You're so po-mo, you probably won't
