Ramshackle Glory
Ramshackle Glory
Ramshackle Glory
Ramshackle Glory
Ramshackle Glory
Ghost Mice
Ghost Mice
Ghost Mice
Ghost Mice
Ghost Mice
I hope my house burns down
I hope my cat gets out
The rest of my stuff, it can all burn up
And I will never think about it again
I'll just go traveling
I'll stay with my friends
I'll sleep on the couch and I'll help out
Around their house
I am caged
I am chained
We're all slaves to the things we own
I hope our gas runs out
I hope everything shuts down
Then we can hear the sounds that used to be around
Before we started making this noise
I'd like to give something else a chance
To fill the world up with their trash
Then we could relax
We could go back to the way we were before
We lost our souls
We lost our homes
We all know that there's something wrong
We know we are owned by our own liberties
We know we are helplessly hungry with greed
We know it hasn't always been like this
And we know we're a long way from home
We can feel it in our bones
That aching secret wish that this would end
House On Fire was written by Ghost Mice.