The House

The House

Oh come to the party do
Come and hover 'round the light
The invitation's pages long
Naive and very trite
Technicolored flavour drinks
In abundance on the bar
You know she'll never make it tonight
She hasn't got a car

And the light
The light will shine on your face
The light will shine on your face forever......
In the house
The house of the setting sun

Melting pot videos
flicker on your TV screen
While the guests behave like morons
Watching bands in neoprene
Why's your life so bloody stable
To me it seems obscene
Yet I know that I'm unable
To do anything but scream

And the light
The light will shine on your face
The light will shine on your face forever......
In the house
The house of the setting sun