Jarry St.

These pulsating floorboards Drown out the discord Leave your teeth by the bedside Won't need them where we'll hide Where we'll hide Can't stand the rumble above me This Luchador match has to cease Find a new home to tread And reacquanit my head with my bed Some sleep Guaranteed No marching bands At 4 am Home, ain't what it used to be I know, i'm gonne be happy Home, ain't what it used to be That's why, i'm moving to Jarry