Oh no, the kitchen is closed
If I feel it come now I'll see it go
Oh, stop worrying about it, the mortgage is paid yeah the money is well spent
Ohh ooh oh oh oh
And I will watch you go down to the (?) place every morning
And stop there, watch out for your face to perspire
Go on telling me that I don't need a job or a college degree
Throw up your caps and your gowns,
You're shit out of luck you're never leaving this town
Pay ohms to your family tree they've given you everything you'll ever need
Don't take care and don't even write
You'll never see my face again after tonight
Ohh ooh oh oh oh
And I will watch you go down to the (?) place every morning
Then stop there, watch out for your face to perspire
Take everything that I ever lent to your closet
I'll Burn all your hangings around throughout the locket