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