Jarry St.

These pulsating floorboards
Drown out the discord
Leave your teeth by the bedside
Won't need them where we'll hide
Where we'll hide

Can't stand the rumble above me
This Luchador match has to cease
Find a new home to tread
And reacquanit my head with my bed

Some sleep
Guaranteed
No marching bands
At 4 am

Home, ain't what it used to be
I know, i'm gonne be happy
Home, ain't what it used to be
That's why, i'm moving to Jarry



Credits
Writer(s): Garyt M Smith
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