The Minor Thirds - Shit City Lyrics

This house is filled with enough shit to stink up the neighborhood
It's enough to keep the cops at bay
Ah, the fumes from our rooms can't be doing either of us any good
But we might as well stay, they'd only catch us if we tried to move away
And if this were a ship, we could sink it
If this were a balloon, we could pop it
If this were a frying pan, we could jump into the fire or sauté ourselves away
But this, this is our bed, and we have to lie
And the flies swarm and they sing all night long
And all night long we sing along
And we clap and we dance and we kick up the shit
But when we look the next morning, it's as if nothing has changed
And if this were a plot, we could sink it
If this were a zit, we could pop it
If this were a frying pan, we could jump into the fire or sauté ourselves away
But this, this is our home and home is wherever you're hanged