This whole house is full of flies
Dirty dishes piled so high
The lease is bound to run out soon
Or you can find someone to take your room
But it's bound to end the same
A failure to communicate
At night the mice they eat our food
They cover everything in poo
No one ever said that it would be easy
Trying to live more like we live in a community
No one has a front door key
Come on in, don't mind the fleas
Someone's practicing downstairs
Someone's cutting off their hair
The dumpster bagels are getting hard
Let's make a fire in the backyard
And the basement's full tonight
Someone's hanging from the pipes
We made this mess this mess made us just like a song we sang along
Our changing faces are pinned up next to the fliers on the wall