Shit house, shit flat
Got keys, got out
Inherit the whole estate
And wake with enough on collection plate
Waltz across hundred year floors
And pray for one hundred more
You know some people don't even have enough to eat?
I tread with one hundred thousand pounds beneath my feet
But the floor is lava and don't you forget
That I don't even own the rights to it yet
It's a shit house, shit flat
Got keys, got out
Hey how are you?
Not bad how are you?
Not bad, but things got pretty hairy
For sure
No doubt
But we're through the worst of it now
