Lyrics:
coming to my house
Everybody's coming to my house
I'm never gonna be alone
And they're never gonna go back home
We're only tourists in this life
A path lost for years is there in view
House of four doors
You'll be lost now forever
House of four doors
Rest of life's life forever
House of four doors
can I do
What can I do but love you?
For the rest of my days, the rest of my nights
What can I do but love you, babe?
Summertime falls on a house
I woke up to this
"God's a safe house for the battered
A sanctuary during bad times
The moment you arrive, you relax
You're never sorry you
can I do
What can I do but love you?
For the rest of my days, the rest of my nights
What can I do but love you, babe?
Summertime falls on a house
walkin' 'til you see a blue light lit
Fall in there and we'll see some sights
At the house of blue lights
There's fryers and broilers and Detroit
walkin' 'til you see a blue light lit
Fall in there and we'll see some sights
At the house of blue lights
There's fryers and broilers and Detroit
walkin' 'til you see a blue light lit
Fall in there and we'll see some sights
At the house of blue lights
There's fryers and broilers and Detroit
she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sleep
Brother's got a date to keep, he can't hang around
Our house, in
the village green
The church, the clock, the steeple
I miss the morning dew, fresh air and Sunday school
And now all the houses
Are rare antiquities
Sunset
Tourists taking selfies at the Hollywood sign
Waxing up the boards down in Venice
At Nicky's house they're all gathering in line, give it time
the village green
The church, the clock, the steeple
I miss the morning dew, fresh air and Sunday school
And now all the houses
Are rare antiquities
she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sleep
Brother's got a date to keep, he can't hang around
Our house, in
Father wears his sunday best
Mothers tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sisters sighing in her sleep
Brothers got a date
to ruin my life
And she might just yet,
So I'm helping her find an apartment
Down here at land's edge
Now take the traveler and the tourist
south
And he couldn't meet the bills
And he had to sell the house
That his daddy built
And he'd ask how such a thing could be happening
But he was
this right, so nothing's ever gonna move it
When the bones are good, the rest don't matter
Yeah, the paint could peel, the glass could shatter
Let
I've driven this road as a stranger
I've driven this road as a friend
I've driven this road as a slack-jawed tourist
And I'm drivin on it once again
a few years back
They started cracking down
Now I'm living on the side
Of Primrose Hill
I'm no tourist attraction
But I give them a thrill
Yeah I
walkin' 'til you see a blue light lit
Fall in there and we'll see some sights
At the house of blue lights
There's fryers and broilers and Detroit
Blueface, baby
Yeah, aight
I'm on tour like a tourist
I'm on tour like a tourist
I'm on tour like a tourist (tourist)
I pull up in a Porsche,
My island of silence, where the light lay to rest
I've always been here, I've always been here
If you look closely where my house should be
You'll
a brick house
Yeah, she's mighty, mighty, just a-lettin' it all hang out
Ah, she's a brick house
That lady's stacked, and that's a fact
Ain't holding
gonna put me in the poor house
And you'll take all the rest
Up all day
Down all night
Working on the job
Everything I do is wrong
I always end up
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