This isn't college, this isn't home This is a travesty, absence of amnesty, out of the safe zone So I work it out But it ain't a job I'm in absolute misery muscularly and indefinitely I would try to keep you out But there are no doors in this house Don't think twice Ah but fuck it pick your brain It don't feel good But you do it anyway And the pickings so good And bloods thicker than wood So I work it out But it ain't a job And nothing's ever tasted so good As the throes of childhood With sleep on the side like frozen fries The Doors score and bore this house The floorboards plead and screech at the rout Do not think twice Ah but fuck it pick your brain It don't feel good But you do it anyway This is not college, no This isn't home My only hope Stained, drained, drowned and torn apart Old days start anew