I regretfully withdraw my offer to try to improve myself
I sincerely believe the results would be disaster
I held the chisel against my cheekbone
And I beheld the face of my true master
You've gotta love the house you're in
You've gotta love the house you're in
Sat out on the balcony doing blow
And playing chess by myself
There is a psuedo-intellectual in me oh but oh luckily there's something else
A frog with it's tongue stuck to the inside of my chest
A crow that keeps banging up against the gla**
A well intentioned demon somewhere within
Maybe that last ones not so bad maybe that last ones' s the main attraction
You've gotta love the house you're in
You've gotta love the house you're in
Cause someone keeps writing your name all over the walls
Someone keeps writing your name all over the walls
I would like to be more for you than just a ghost lighting up in the courtyard
Sometimes I am an actual man standing perfectly still in the dark
Starless future, folklore past
So leave the shade halfway open
leave the shade halfway drawn
I'm writing a line for the stars
Happiness is waiting to fall
[An additional verse done in live performances at times appended onto First Violin]
Someone keeps writing your name all over their walls
Someone keeps writing your name all over their walls
Someone keeps writing your name all over these walls
Said someone keeps writing your name all over their walls
And I love me for the way I used to be
Or Love me for the way that the skin tore open
Like the rabbits tail in the mouth of the wolf
Someone keeps writing your name all over these walls