| Disorder in the house
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| The tub runneth over
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| Plaster’s falling down in pieces by the couch of pain
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| Disorder in the house
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| Time to duck and cover
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| Helicopters hover over rough terrain
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| Disorder in the house
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| Reptile wisdom
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| Zombies on the lawn staggering around
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| Disorder in the house
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| There’s a flaw in the system
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| And the fly in the ointment’s gonna bring the whole thing down
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| The floodgates are open
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| We’ve let the demons loose
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| The big guns have spoken
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| And we’ve fallen for the ruse
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| Disorder in the house
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| It’s a fate worse than fame
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| Even the Lhasa Apso seems to be ashamed
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| (You might wanna handle that one yourself)
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| Disorder in the house
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| The doors are coming off the hinges
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| The earth will open and swallow up the real estate
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| I just got my paycheck
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| I’m gonna paint the whole town gray
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| Whether it’s a night in Paris
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| Or a Fresno matinee
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| It’s the home of the brave
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| And the land of the free
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| Where the less you know
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| The better off you’ll be
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| Cut it
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| Wooh
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| Disorder in the house
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| All bets are off
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| I’m sprawled across the davenport of despair
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| Disorder in the house
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| I’ll live with the losses
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| And watch the sundown through the portiere
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| Here we go
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| Alright
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| Huh, end this thing with style |