Pulp
This House Is Condemned
He's in a room
He sees the floor
He sees the wall
He sees the roof
He sees the door
It's 9:38

So he goes up to the door
But he finds himself in another room
Identical to the one before
The clock still reads 9:38
So he goes out of that room
But he finds himself in a parallel room
A mirror image of the one before

He hits the floor
He hits the wall
He hits the door
He hits the door
The clock reads 9:38
He throws it at the roof
He breaks a hole, he climbs out
He sees the moon, he sees the stars
He sees the sky
The stars are small light bulbs
Set in a black cardboard dome
He climbs out, he sees the stars, he sees the sky
The stars are small light bulbs
Set in a black cardboard dome
He hits the floor
He hits the wall
He hits the roof
He hits the dome, he hits the dome
Condemned
This house, this house is
This house is, is this house
This house, is this house

Fill in housing form
By 1:00
Time again
Sort housing papers at nine thirty-eight
Two thousand years from now it will still be ticking

He hits the floor
Wall, roof, door
The clock reads 9:38
He hits the dome, door, wall
Space, floor, time
He sees the moon, he sees the stars for some romantic reason
Space, dome, door, wall, clockface
Space and time and place, floor, wall, door, roof

This is one small step for mankind
One giant leap for man
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
Zero
We have lift-off
He takes the clock, he breaks the dome, he sees the moon
He sees the stars, he sees the sky, he sees the Earth
For some romantic reason
He takes the clock, he breaks the dome, he sees the moon
He sees the stars, he sees the sky, he sees the Earth
Space, time, place, condensed
Space, time and place, condemned

This is house is, this house is
This house is
Condemned
This house is, this house is
This house is
Condemned