My new abode, too, bears a new kitchen
The cold wind blows within these darkened walls
But why, pray tell, did they put that switch in?
It’s so out of place here amongst it all
Heed not the switch! What of our new table?
It must be built by our bare hands it seems
Cabinets filled with plates? Too unstable
Night will be filled with our pain and our screams
Sick bastards we are, still put up a fight
Hammer the nails and screw in all the screws
Put the plates in a new spot, snug and tight
The sun now comes and shines away the blue
With dawn’s good grace has lifted ten whole tons
We rest now knowing this battle is won!
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