My house has a red floor with fire walls
My ceiling has a game board with pins and balls
My bed has a handrail for holding on
My town is a scene set for a holy song
These cupboards hold feline and sea shell stone
These walls can move pictures with sounds and souls
These lights and these shadows cast empty spells
My house is my home in the center of hell
Oh Yeah Oh Yeah All right all right I’m inspired
Oh Yeah Oh Yeah Straight down from here to the fire
These days shake your nerves and confuse your head
These storms suck the life until you're numb and dead
These stars give you a freedom that you never knew
My town is calling It's calling to you
Oh Yeah Oh Yeah All right all right I’m inspired
Oh Yeah Oh Yeah Straight down from here to the fire
We got prophets and teachers and pioneers
We got dreamers and thinkers and profiteers
We got churches and temples and holy priests
We got you and your money and we feed your dreams
We feed your dreams And we feed your dreams
There is a patch of morals on some run-down street
Everything else is mirrors and concrete
My house is a haven where you come to jones
My house is my plastic blow up saline home
My house is my home in the center of hell
guitar: D. BUCHANAN
banjo & electric guitar: C. PIAR
bass: Y. TAKIYAMA
drums: P. OSTRIN
piano: R. IZENBERG
vocals: D. KAMM
cricket voices: CRICKET
banjo & electric guitar: C. PIAR
bass: Y. TAKIYAMA
drums: P. OSTRIN
piano: R. IZENBERG
vocals: D. KAMM
cricket voices: CRICKET
written by: D. KAMM, Y.TAKIYAMA