Don't Open the Fridge!

Hey, home It's nice to see you I'm glad to see that the street got paved Hey, Matt? What have you been up to? Is the shower working? I could use one today We've got walls painted in chain grease And shelves full of Bukowski poetry That's enough for me and that's enough for me These backyard nights are finally catching up to us So, sing it louder, man. Let's turn it up These bright pink walls and green rugs are just enough We don't need more. You know we don't need much Oh man My Asian neighbors have been Holding church services in their kitchen Goddamn What if they know of our plans to raise an army Of homeless men in the basement? We've got bike parts littering everything And friends coming over to watch pro-wrestling That's enough for me These backyard nights are finally catching up to us So, sing it louder, man. Let's turn it up These bright pink walls and green rugs are just enough We don't need more. You know we don't need... This place is falling apart The fridge here hasn't worked here since March (Hey!) And so we're never paying rent unless you come and fix The shape of how things are This place is falling apart (We know, one day, we'll move on!) Goodbye, so long (We know, one day, we'll move on!) Goodbye, so long These backyard nights are finally catching up to us So, sing it louder, man. Let's turn it up These bright pink walls and green rugs are just enough We don't need more. You know we don't need much