Don't Open the Fridge!

Hey, home

It's nice to see you

I'm glad to see that the street got paved

Hey, Matt?

What have you been up to?

Is the shower working? I could use one today

We've got walls painted in chain grease

And shelves full of Bukowski poetry

That's enough for me and that's enough for me

These backyard nights are finally catching up to us

So, sing it louder, man. Let's turn it up

These bright pink walls and green rugs are just enough

We don't need more. You know we don't need much

Oh man

My Asian neighbors have been

Holding church services in their kitchen

Goddamn

What if they know of our plans to raise an army

Of homeless men in the basement?

We've got bike parts littering everything

And friends coming over to watch pro-wrestling

That's enough for me

These backyard nights are finally catching up to us

So, sing it louder, man. Let's turn it up

These bright pink walls and green rugs are just enough

We don't need more. You know we don't need...

This place is falling apart

The fridge here hasn't worked here since March (Hey!)

And so we're never paying rent unless you come and fix

The shape of how things are

This place is falling apart

(We know, one day, we'll move on!)

Goodbye, so long

(We know, one day, we'll move on!)

Goodbye, so long

These backyard nights are finally catching up to us

So, sing it louder, man. Let's turn it up

These bright pink walls and green rugs are just enough

We don't need more. You know we don't need much