Chromo Sud

Shit house, shit flat

Got keys, got out

Inherit the whole estate

And wake with enough on collection plate

Waltz across hundred year floors

And pray for one hundred more

You know some people don't even have enough to eat?

I tread with one hundred thousand pounds beneath my feet

But the floor is lava and don't you forget

That I don't even own the rights to it yet

It's a shit house, shit flat

Got keys, got out

Hey how are you?

Not bad how are you?

Not bad, but things got pretty hairy

For sure

No doubt

But we're through the worst of it now