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