Trouble at Home

Trouble at home So where do you go to be alone Away from the conflict? This house that we're living in Is a prison And we are all the convicts My family, they have pardoned me So many times before And only we know the tragedy That goes on behind these closed doors Trouble in paradise 'Cause nobody fights fair inside This household You are forgiven If you give in This religion keeps us hopeful Smile and wave at the neighbors Who claim we're as pleasant and plain as can be But don't look too close Or you're bound to expose Our loss of prosperity Familiarity breeds contempt And it seems that's how most of our time is spent And we all know acting as malcontents Will get us nowhere But we don't care (We don't care) These walls are paper thin Yet thick enough To keep us in our confines True colors bleed right through The writing's on the wall It's you it outlines The accusations fly The crowd's alive tonight And now we're hungry These rooms in which we dwell Are the prison cells That keep ourselves a family No need to interfere It's just a relative affair If you lived here You'd experience firsthand Prospects may seem grim From the outside looking in But then again You can't begin to understand Familiarity breeds contempt And it seems that's how most of our time is spent And we all know acting as malcontents Will get us nowhere But we don't care (We don't care) Court's adjourned and the ruling stands There's no appeal, the judge demands You can choose your friends But you can't Choose your inmates I would try to escape, but There's no place like home