Crisis - The Ocean Party

Meditation in the broader sense

I can’t believe what I’m hearin'

Bought the house, the price was down

Now I have to live here

Next door, all twenty-four

They scratch and gnaw at my insides

The real estate from my place

Like from the concrete blocks, you’ll come screamin'

Better again, all on my own

The walls are cavin' in

I give it to myself, I do it again

Same street, no lease

Rentin' off of the landlord

Studied hard to get past

Door-to-door in the short term

First day to celebrate

The decay of the suburb

Give me a break, give me a break

Like from the walls next door, I hear screamin'

Better again, all on my own

The walls are cavin' in

I give it to myself, I do it again

Better again, all on my own

The walls are paper thin

Block letters on an A4 page

The only welcome here