Trouble at Home

Trouble at home
So where do you go to be alone
Away from the conflict?
This house that we're living in
Is a prison
And we are all the convicts

My family, they have pardoned me
So many times before
And only we know the tragedy
That goes on behind these closed doors

Trouble in paradise
'Cause nobody fights fair inside
This household
You are forgiven
If you give in
This religion keeps us hopeful

Smile and wave at the neighbors
Who claim we're as pleasant and plain as can be
But don't look too close
Or you're bound to expose
Our loss of prosperity

Familiarity breeds contempt
And it seems that's how most of our time is spent
And we all know acting as malcontents
Will get us nowhere
But we don't care
(We don't care)

These walls are paper thin
Yet thick enough
To keep us in our confines
True colors bleed right through
The writing's on the wall
It's you it outlines
The accusations fly
The crowd's alive tonight
And now we're hungry
These rooms in which we dwell
Are the prison cells
That keep ourselves a family

No need to interfere
It's just a relative affair
If you lived here
You'd experience firsthand
Prospects may seem grim
From the outside looking in
But then again
You can't begin to understand

Familiarity breeds contempt
And it seems that's how most of our time is spent
And we all know acting as malcontents
Will get us nowhere
But we don't care
(We don't care)
Court's adjourned and the ruling stands
There's no appeal, the judge demands
You can choose your friends
But you can't
Choose your inmates
I would try to escape, but

There's no place like home