If I Had a House

If I had a house I'd board it up Shake it up now, shake it up now If I had a house I'd board it up Shake it up now, shake it up now I wrote a letter, but I tore it up Spit it out now, spit it out now I wrote a letter, but I tore it up Spit it out now, spit it out now Don't you think about, think about it Don't you think about, think about it Don't you ever think about, think about, think about it I'd rather carve it into my arm Serenade the poor boys at the disco Gonna rip the hands off of all the clocks (Don't you ever think about, think about, think about it) I wash my clothing in the evening Drip-drying, leather-sleeving I was warmer when the nights were younger (Don't you ever think about, think about, think about it) You had a chance, but you fucked it up Fuck it up now, fuck it up now I had a chance, but I fucked it up Fuck it up now, fuck it up now I wore a fire in the pouring rain Didn't stop, didn't drop, didn't roll with it I broke a sweat and then I broke it again Understand - no man's got a hand in controlling it Oh, oh no, oh no you don't You're so po-mo, you probably won't