 No sound is heard from unit two
Where there was once so much to do
Was once a great mansion, now it's a wasteland
Our days of reckless fun are through
Kids in the fast lane, living for today
No rules to abide by and no one to obey
Sex, drugs and fun is their only thought or care
Another swig of brew, another overnight affair
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
Kids of the black hole
Messages and slogans are the primary decor
History's recorded in the clutter on the floor
Inhabitants that searched the grounds for roaches or spare change
Another night of chaos is so easy to arrange
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
Kids of the black hole
The nights of birthdays, the nights of fry
The nights of endless drinking, the nights of violence
The nights of noise, the nights that had to end for good
Still not understood by the girls and boys
Carefree in their actions, as for morals they had none
When the girls were horny who would be the lucky ones?
Pushing all the limits to a point of no return
Trashed beyond belief to show the kids don't wanna learn
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
Kids of the black hole
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