i'll tell, tell ya when we get there
i got a problem, it wasn't always there
suddenly my room mates are drinking,
drinking way, way, way, way too much beer
and pukeing up, pasing out, leaving a big old mess
i gotta work, i can't get to sleep
and they don't seem to care about the stinky sanchez, swirly head
half the times in this house, i wish i was dead
i wouldn't trade it for the world
woah! all the dishes pilled to the ceiling
woah! wash machine won't stop going
woah! and it's always over flowing
woah! the toilets always broken
woah! strange people always sleeping over
woah! with the rotten stench of a bad hangover
losing my brain, think i'm insane
someones always bitter, throwing a big fit
15 year old girls hanging all on Martin
police are watching us real close
the neighbors know we're weird
the stench of hell is permanant, my nostrils never clear
this house of suffering
i love to hate it here and rednecks threaten us with guns
woah! my flat mates should be locked up
woah! sometimes i think there stupid jerks
woah! 900 number calls on our phone bill
woah! Cheyanne forgot her chill pill
woah! Jim is in the hospital once again
woah! James lost his job what do i do?
woah! i think i'm gonna move