Yeah, the bass is shaking the walls of my studio flat
I hear the reggae music like Kingston's right out back
Yeah, the one-drop hits home while I drink wine with my cat
And the plaster's falling from the ceiling, how 'bout that
I sit and watch the tele but can't hear a thing
Over bottles clanking and the music cranking in the unit beside me
And my cat is napping on my lap and I'm yawning
Should a 25 year old life be so boring
There's no use in knocking, it's been done before
No, I'm not invited to the party next door
There's no use in knocking, it's been done before
No, I'm not invited to the party next door
I could show up at their door with some PBR
With some wine, some whisky, vodka, Cuban cigars
They'd say "Hell no, go downtown to a bar"
So I'd sit alone and gaze up at the stars
There's no use in knocking, it's been done before
No, I'm not invited to the party next door
There's no use in knocking, it's been done before
No, I'm not invited to the party next door
I wonder if they've ever heard Redemption Song
Would they let me try again to right my wrongs
You see the last time I was granted access to
Their late night party I began to act a fool
I poured my red wine on white carpet
Ate every last breadstick
My chips I double-dipped
And that's just at the start
I emptied out the bar
Broke his new air guitar
Pissed in some mason jars
I wailed on butt trumpet
I yelled at the goldfish
Spat in their favorite dish
I scared off the little kids
And now for the big finish
I threw some punches at the wall to give ourselves a bigger hall
And make our small apartments one medium-sized apartment
But I must've lost my bearings for the hole I made was staring
Right into the shower stall of some old lady who happened to be our landlord
Then I passed out on the red wine, piss-stained carpet in a pile of half-eaten chips
And I woke up the next morning on my futon with my cat
And no hole in my wall and that is why
I'm not invited to the party next door
No, I'm not invited to the party next door
I'm not invited to the party next door
No, I'm not invited to the party next door
Alex Dominish - Party Next Door Lyrics
Alex Dominish - Party Next Door Lyrics
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Yeah, the bass is shaking the walls of my studio flat
I hear the reggae music like Kingston's right out back
Yeah, the one-drop hits home while I drink wine with my cat
And the plaster's falling from the ceiling, how 'bout that
I sit and watch the tele but can't hear a thing
Over bottles clanking and the music cranking in the unit beside me
And my cat is napping on my lap and I'm yawning
Should a 25 year old life be so boring
There's no use in knocking, it's been done before
No, I'm not invited to the party next door
There's no use in knocking, it's been done before
No, I'm not invited to the party next door
I could show up at their door with some PBR
With some wine, some whisky, vodka, Cuban cigars
They'd say "Hell no, go downtown to a bar"
So I'd sit alone and gaze up at the stars
There's no use in knocking, it's been done before
No, I'm not invited to the party next door
There's no use in knocking, it's been done before
No, I'm not invited to the party next door
I wonder if they've ever heard Redemption Song
Would they let me try again to right my wrongs
You see the last time I was granted access to
Their late night party I began to act a fool
I poured my red wine on white carpet
Ate every last breadstick
My chips I double-dipped
And that's just at the start
I emptied out the bar
Broke his new air guitar
Pissed in some mason jars
I wailed on butt trumpet
I yelled at the goldfish
Spat in their favorite dish
I scared off the little kids
And now for the big finish
I threw some punches at the wall to give ourselves a bigger hall
And make our small apartments one medium-sized apartment
But I must've lost my bearings for the hole I made was staring
Right into the shower stall of some old lady who happened to be our landlord
Then I passed out on the red wine, piss-stained carpet in a pile of half-eaten chips
And I woke up the next morning on my futon with my cat
And no hole in my wall and that is why
I'm not invited to the party next door
No, I'm not invited to the party next door
I'm not invited to the party next door
No, I'm not invited to the party next door
I hear the reggae music like Kingston's right out back
Yeah, the one-drop hits home while I drink wine with my cat
And the plaster's falling from the ceiling, how 'bout that
I sit and watch the tele but can't hear a thing
Over bottles clanking and the music cranking in the unit beside me
And my cat is napping on my lap and I'm yawning
Should a 25 year old life be so boring
There's no use in knocking, it's been done before
No, I'm not invited to the party next door
There's no use in knocking, it's been done before
No, I'm not invited to the party next door
I could show up at their door with some PBR
With some wine, some whisky, vodka, Cuban cigars
They'd say "Hell no, go downtown to a bar"
So I'd sit alone and gaze up at the stars
There's no use in knocking, it's been done before
No, I'm not invited to the party next door
There's no use in knocking, it's been done before
No, I'm not invited to the party next door
I wonder if they've ever heard Redemption Song
Would they let me try again to right my wrongs
You see the last time I was granted access to
Their late night party I began to act a fool
I poured my red wine on white carpet
Ate every last breadstick
My chips I double-dipped
And that's just at the start
I emptied out the bar
Broke his new air guitar
Pissed in some mason jars
I wailed on butt trumpet
I yelled at the goldfish
Spat in their favorite dish
I scared off the little kids
And now for the big finish
I threw some punches at the wall to give ourselves a bigger hall
And make our small apartments one medium-sized apartment
But I must've lost my bearings for the hole I made was staring
Right into the shower stall of some old lady who happened to be our landlord
Then I passed out on the red wine, piss-stained carpet in a pile of half-eaten chips
And I woke up the next morning on my futon with my cat
And no hole in my wall and that is why
I'm not invited to the party next door
No, I'm not invited to the party next door
I'm not invited to the party next door
No, I'm not invited to the party next door
Writer: Alexander Dominish
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