Shit house, shit flat Got keys, got out Inherit the whole estate And wake with enough on collection plate Waltz across hundred year floors And pray for one hundred more You know some people don't even have enough to eat? I tread with one hundred thousand pounds beneath my feet But the floor is lava and don't you forget That I don't even own the rights to it yet It's a shit house, shit flat Got keys, got out Hey how are you? Not bad how are you? Not bad, but things got pretty hairy For sure No doubt But we're through the worst of it now