Ugly House

Lyrics

Start the process, we were marked on the maps of Roman men There's a garage for it, bricks and mortar sorted Wet the baby with the water provided in the ground We can draw and drink it, here's a pony for you Master and servant, lines drawn in lye Me and my rock band, squandering time We used "gay" to mean "subhuman" And we wore brownface to the Bollywood ball We made it in the ugly house We made it in the ugly housе We made it in the ugly housе We made it in the ugly house We made it in the ugly house We made it in the ugly house We made it in the ugly house We made it in the ugly house Stare at the gap made of fragments and bake it into pies Eat them in one sitting, baking in the sitting We are the separation that never was a part of time And I'm not just speaking, metaphysically Paranoid little boys sipping Charlie's hoi polloi The only myth is our death wish The only myth is our death wish So save us from the ugly house So save us from the ugly house So save us from the ugly house So save us from the ugly house We used "gay" to mean "subhuman" And we wore brownface to the Bollywood ball So we would dance at peculiar times Under the watch of the dead and the eyes Of the chattering classes still wiping their arses and Pulling the hair from their regicide heads Are we damned if we do and so lost to the bruises? I'd choose you all over and over again But you can't go to sea in a canoe, or can you? I loved you and lost you, and soon, we'll be dead Evict us from the ugly house Evict us from the ugly house Evict us from the ugly house Evict us from the fuck-ugly house How many holes in these walls of cheese? Who can get purchase in walls like these? How many holes in these walls of cheese? Who can get purchase in walls like these? Walls like these? Walls like these? Walls like these? I hear the script is written Already done what's good for us Maybe a celebration Maybe a "best of" Gone are the dreams of this world Gone are the numbers ticking off Simply a puff of nothingness So can we accept the message? Happiness is much more than this