I want to tell you a little story 'Bout a party that went all right But went all wrong I want to tell you a little story 'Bout a party in this song It happened back in '93 In the Pittsburgh punk rock scene An event that will go down, in infamy It was all the master plan Of one legendary punk rock kid His name was, 'Spaz', S P A Z An eviction notice sent to his house Sparked off an idea "I should have one last party at my place" So off he set with his master plan The invitations in his hand read You're invited to my house destruction party Spaz's house destruction party It was chaos with no end If you were crazy enough To make the house destruction party Then you know, you're lucky that you lived We played there St. Patrick's Day With submachine and the bad genes In a basement full of debris From kicked in doors, broken gla** Kicked in walls the place was trashed The house was now missing its support beams The bathrooms had no toilets Or sinks left in them There was nothing In the kitchen left to break Aus rotten spray painted on walls Drunk punks pa**ed out in the halls And this was just the second night Or a three-day long part Spaz's house destruction party It was chaos with no end If you were crazy enough To make the house destruction party Then you know, you're lucky that you lived The cops showed up and all the kids Went piling out the back I remember running away and hiding out In the lot behind the squirrel hill Mellon bank The cop said, "I want to speak To someone who lives here" And this punk kid said she did He asked, "Is this the condition This house has always been in?" She answered, " Ah, yeah, it is Spaz's house destruction party It was chaos with no end If you were crazy enough To make the house destruction party Then you know, you're lucky that you lived