This House Has No Living Room - Yak, J Spaceman

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