There's an old child's swing set on the lawn,
and an ivied wall lured by the years.
A neckerchiefed spaniel patrols the swamp
and drinks from the garden of our tears

There are many rooms and many floors,
a billion up and a billion down.
I'm not sure God knows we're here,
Most nights it keeps to itself.

There's a widow's wing and an unloved wing,
and the unwanted floor towards the rear.
I've tried to memorise their names,
but no sooner one dies than another appears.

There were bible verses all down the halls,
but they soon got replaced with explcit cartoons.
There are lipstick marks on all our collars,
and the sign on the gate reads 'Come Back Soon'

We all do our best to keep it clean,
but some guy's minds are like a sieve.
Sometimes It's a little hard to sleep at night,
in the house where we all live.

Now when I walk the grounds at dawn,
I hear the sounds of far off bells
I lay my feet out in the reeds,
and dream of being somewhere else.

So boy, next time you are in town,
just ring the bell and I'll let you in.
I don't think you're going to need directions -
Just ask for the house where we all live.