Just like momma used to make...
The rats have left the building that was not without its charms
Chaos nightly, drunken wrecks and false fire alarms
The doll's head in the corner putting out an evil eye
There's riots out the window - oh, but inside, they are high
Plenty to complain about in this humble abode
Rarely running water, so please don't use the commode
But get a party started, try to generate some heat,
Be sure the last man standing won't be leaving on his feet in...

Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh

The Flea Pit, The Flea Pit, The Flea Pit, Yeah...

There's no room on the sofa, so pull up an amplifier
We'll discuss the pros and cons of who we should and shouldn't flier
There's hypothermic turtles and the chess games stank of skunk
And all night drumming circles cause the wireless won't play funk in...
Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh

The Flea Pit, The Flea Pit, The Flea Pit, Yeah...

The lack of scented candles and vanilla pod perfume
May make it slightly better than a dentist's waiting room
But weekly Marquis Readings sometimes contradict this fact
The couches pick your pockets but you wish that you were back in...

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