My House (Not a Fun Room)

(Abbandonare il locale
Allarme incendio)

My house is not a fun room
It's more of a Martini with ice in winter
Bitter at first
And warm straight after
But just warm when it should not do that

I'm tired of playin' (oh)
With my dust
At all I'm just out of lust
I placed some sugar
In a bed sheet fold
Just to make it
Home sweet home
Peanut butter on a toast
Smashed on a TV
News are sweetier

Do you want some?
Do you want some?
Do you want some?
Do you want some?
Do you want some?

This was the kitchen
Whispering to an angry washing machine

On a weirdo friday (hey)
I'm touching youth
Through doorbell rings
There's a picnic next door
Everyone joined
But I'm alone
I closed windows a thousand times
I think some gas is fine
The kitchen's whispering to an angry
Washing machine

My house is not a fun room
My house is not a fun room
My house is not a fun room
My house is not a fun room
Martini with ice
In winter
Bitter at first
And warm straight after
My house is not a fun room
My house is not a fun room
My house is not a fun room
My house is not a fun room
Martini with ice
In winter
Bitter at first
And warm straight after

My house is not a fun room
It's more of a Martini with ice in winter
Bitter at first
And warm straight after
But just warm when it should not do that
(when it should not do that)

My house is not a fun room
It's more of a Martini with ice in winter
Bitter at first
And warm straight after
But just warm when it should not do that
(when it should not do that)

My house is not a fun room
It's more of a Martini with ice in winter
Bitter at first
And warm straight after
But just warm when it should not do that
(when it should not do that)



Credits
Writer(s): Giacomo Panza
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