The smoke, how it curls in the corpse of this place,
As we sit in it's belly together and face
The non-consequence of our lives yet unlearned;
Of the fools we took fully and of lovers we spurned.
Yes our bandit four sits here bitterly glib:
Go rip down our lair!-- we've found a new crib.
We'll now bring our evil to fair Crescent Heights,
Infest the new duplex with sex, drugs, and mice.
We'll rip out the walls and replace them with mattresses,
Throw rowdy parties with actors and actresses,
Bully our neighbours and kick hard their cat,
A spraypainted "FUCK YOU" on their welcome mat!
The times they may change, as the ignorant say;
But we'll never give up a chance like today.
To make a great mess, and to have a great time;
And best: do it all on another man's dime!