In My House

Who be all these people in my house
I asked the devil what it’s all about
What be all the freedom all about

Who be all these people in my house
What is all this thinking all about
What we doing ever for the crowds

And all the bullshit
It can lead me nowhere
For fools sit closer to the fire
As the moon shifts lower
Growing tired of this bullshit

Who was taking numbers for the days
Who would be the witness to the rain
What would be the object of this game

Da da da ba da da da da da da
Ba da da ba da da da da da da

Hey who be all these people in my house
What be all this shit that they leavin' around
Please pick your belongings by the end of the night
Ohh

And all this bullshit
It can lead me nowhere
For fools sit closer to the fire
As the moon shifts, lower, growing tired
Of this bullshit

Da da da da da da da da da da
Ba da da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da da da ooh
Ba da da da da da da da da da