The have's the have not's
The don't cares, the don't wanna's
The chair move itself
Across the kitchen floor
Strap the kid down with the crash helmet on.
Drinks flying across the room
That tree just fell through your window
Your doorway leads down to
That place inside the T.V.
Your house was built on a graveyard.
Chris will you hold my hand
I will, I will
And keep me warm at night
I will.