[Verse 1]
They came from down below
To a modest bungalow
Trying to fit in with the herd

Pitchforks in the pool (impropriety!)
Life on earth is full (of anxiety!)
All these human chores are absurd (every day is a blur!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Far from the acid and heat
Now they pay taxes and Tweet
Every day they just make ends meet (then repeat!)
And now you know this party game's conceit!

[Chorus]
This family just can’t win
Unless they all pitch in
No rest for the wicked anyway (that’s what they say...)
The devils and the details every day!