| Move his stuff, move his stuff
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| Move his stuff, move his stuff
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| Staring at the wall, what have I committed to?
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| A sacred social pact, something you cannot undo
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| Friendship maintenance and guilt forms a moving crew
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| If I do not help you move then you won’t help me move
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| You told us all to be here right at noon
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| Yet you are still packing and Guilty of betrayal #1:
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| We’re working but you have been slacking
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| Up and down and up and down and up and down the stairs again
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| You hoard all your useless crap you refuse to donate to Goodwill
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| And I sacrifice my weekend to wading through your forsaken loot
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| And we repeatedly ask «What is this? |
| Where’s this go? |
| What do you do with this?»
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| I now descend down the stairs prone all alone in the spider basement
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| Up and down and up and down and up and down the stairs again
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| Up and down and up and down I wish that you were not my friend
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| What is all this pointless shit you kept
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| Ugly lobster tongs from your Uncle Jeff
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| Curse your box that’s overstuffed
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| With textbooks you forgot exist
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| It’s moving day! |
| Nothing says «Thanks, buddy»
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| Like a $ 5 Little Caesar’s Hot and Ready
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| It’s moving day! |
| Nothing gives life meaning
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| Like doing heavy lifting all day and sneezing
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| It’s moving day! |
| Nothing says commitment
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| Like the friend with the truck that couldn’t make it
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| It’s moving day! |
| I just love getting splinters
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| Then whacking my shins before smashing my fingers
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| Move his stuff, move his stuff
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| There’s more stuff, so much stuff
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| Flinch from that dog that barks every freakin' time you pass by it
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| And we disagree please tell me how do you move a goddamn plant
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| Drip on my head now it rains and I’m wet, the boxes are ripping
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| And spilling all your cables kneeling down, on the ground now my shoes are all
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| squishy
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| DVI and VGA, S-Video and RCA
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| USB 1, 2, and 3, mini, micro, A and B
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| 40-pin IDE, a wired mouse from '93
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| Broken parts you can’t replace, ya better keep 'em just in case
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| Guilty of betrayal #2:
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| All the restaurants closed and it’s too late for food
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| You disappeared 2 hours ago
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| Come back and now you smell like reefer
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| Dude, I’m about to beat you to death with this vacuum cleaner
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| It’s moving day! |
| So glad it’s raining
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| I’m hauling your junk as you stand there complaining
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| It’s moving day! |
| Well, this is a treat!
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| The sun’s gone down and there’s nothing to eat!
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| It’s moving day! |
| Betrayal #3
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| You exaggerated how quick this would be
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| It’s moving day! |
| Havin' so much fun!
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| It’s 1:00 am and we’re still not done
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| Moving a couch
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| Moving a couch
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| Oh hold up a second, I’m losing my grip
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| Moving a couch, moving a couch
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| Ow, ow! |
| You’re crashing my hand
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| Moving a couch, moving a couch, we’re moving a couch
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| Oh, let’s stop for a second
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| Should we take the legs off?
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| Should we take the door off?
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| No no no, just tilt it a little that way
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| No, my right, not not your right
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| Tilt it up and twist it like… no
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| Cool, we put another hole in the wall
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| Well, kiss that deposit goodbye
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| Fuck that door, we didn’t need it anyway
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| Break out the chainsaw, gonna cut it in half!
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| One love seat’s now 2 recliners
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| I’ll set all your stuff on fire
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| Burn it to the ground, burn to the ground
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| Furniture
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| Burn it to the ground, burn to the ground
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| Watch it burn
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| Burn it to the ground, burn to the ground
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| Old apartment
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| Burn it to the ground, burn to the ground
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| New apartment too
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| Burn it to the ground, burn to the ground
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| Burn it to the ground, burn to the ground
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| Burn it to the ground
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| Burn it to the ground, burn to the ground |