Jealousy deals down the hall
Death is to the right
Youth is wasted on the young
Who party downstairs all night
Confusion gives this house a fog
But Humor keeps it dry
And Entertainment is shot in our eyes
And Doubt makes us ask, "Why?"
Lust is in the bedroom rockin'
With the girl that I brought
And Love is looking her in the eyes
So that Lust won't get caught
Loneliness whispers in the corner
If you're alone, you'll hear him
And Elegance burns in every candle
And casts a shadow of the scene
Darkness dwells in the quarters of Pain
And Happiness went for a walk
Silence has the best words to say
And Knowlege cannot help but talk
Depression sleeps with Anger
And thier baby is Faith
Who looks like Jesus to the eye
But bites just like a wraith
If you need to piss, the pisser's there
And the exit is to the right
If you are thirsty or hungry, go downstairs
They'll be up all night
My room is down the hall if you need me
But talk low and talk deep
Because God is really angry when
He does not get his sleep
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