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