This House Has No Living Room

Inside this house, the walls are paper thin And it don't take no genius to know what’s goin' on inside You can run and hide, but they know you far too well And see it don't much to know what’s goin' on inside This house, this house This house, it has no living room This house, this house Well, inside of here, I know it all too well Every single floor that I won't dwell no more 'Cause this is where I reside It's no boulevard or drive It's just me, myself, and I, oh, what a ride, inside This house, this house This house, just has no living room This house, this house It's the box you come in It's the body you draw Or the shell that you wearin’ ’Til the day that you die It's your house, your house It’s your house, your house It's your house, your house It's your house, your house (Gang, gang, go, go, your house Your house, your house Your house, your house Your house, your house) And everyone that you have loved will meet again And everyone that you have lost will meet again And everyone that you have loved will meet again And everyone that you have lost will meet again And everyone that you have loved will meet again And everyone that you have lost will meet again And everyone that you have loved will meet again And everyone that you have lost will meet again