No sound is heard from unit two

When there was once so much to do

Was once a green mansion, but now it's a wasteland

Our days of wreckless fun are through



GO!



Kids in a fast lane living for today

No rules to abide by and no one to obey

Sex, drugs and fun is their only thought and care

Another swig of brew another overnight affair



House of the filthy, house not a home

House of destruction where the lurkers roamed

House that belonged to all the homeless kids

House of the filthy, house not a home

House of destruction where the lurkers roamed

House that belonged to all the homeless kids

Kids of the black hole



Messages and slogans are the primary decor

History's recorded in a clutter on the floor

Inhabitants that searched the grounds for roaches or spare change

Another night of chaos is so easy to arrange



House of the filthy, house not a home

House of destruction where the lurkers roamed

House that belonged to all the homeless kids

House of the filthy, house not a home

House of destruction where the lurkers roamed

House that belonged to all the homeless kids

Kids of the black hole



The nights of birthdays

The nights of fry

The nights of endless drinking

The nights of violence

The nights of noise

The nights that had to end for good, still not understood, by the girls and boys



Carefree in their actions as for morals they had none

When the girls were horny who would be the lucky ones?

Pushing all the limits to a point of no return

Trashed beyond belief to show the kids don't wanna learn



House of the filthy, house not a home

House of destruction where the lurkers roamed

House that belonged to all the homeless kids

Hou