Lyrics Crisis - The Ocean Party

Crisis

Meditation in the broader sense
I can’t believe what I’m hearin'
Bought the house, the price was down
Now I have to live here
Next door, all twenty-four
They scratch and gnaw at my insides
The real estate from my place
Like from the concrete blocks, you’ll come screamin'
Better again, all on my own
The walls are cavin' in
I give it to myself, I do it again
Same street, no lease
Rentin' off of the landlord
Studied hard to get past
Door-to-door in the short term
First day to celebrate
The decay of the suburb
Give me a break, give me a break
Like from the walls next door, I hear screamin'
Better again, all on my own
The walls are cavin' in
I give it to myself, I do it again
Better again, all on my own
The walls are paper thin
Block letters on an A4 page
The only welcome here