These Are the People Who Live in My House Songtext
von Eureka Machines

There′s a man with a plan who does what he can
To save whatever's left of the earth
There′s a guy who relies on his friends to survive
And he swears to everyone that he's cursed
There's a lad with a dad gave him everything he had
Who lives without a care or a fear
There′s a girl so very poor that she′s never really sure
If she'll make it to the end of the year

Running green
And my neighbours don′t like me
Here I dream
Of the heroes I could be

These are the people who live in my house
These are the people who live in my house
They leave the place in a mess
But I love it at my adress
These are the people who live in my house


There's a fellow with a face which is older than he says
Who secretly enjoys his pain
There′s a guy with a smile, hasn't been there for a while
Since he got himself a new job in Spain
There′s a geezer with a tab and a gift for the gab
Who doesn't worry bout the rent
There's a man who′s a sinner, with a knife and a mirror
And I never wanna see him again

My humble home
I′m safe and clean and warm
On my own
Or with friends around my soul

These are the people who live in my house
These are the people who live in my house
Rubbish flowing over my feet
It's been months since they cleaned my street
These are the people who live in my house

The TV′s broke and there's bills to pay (hey!)
The neighbours complain about our insolent ways (hey!)
Who cares what anybody says?

These are the people who live in my house
These are the people who live in my house
Take off your shoes at the door
We got mouses under the floor
These are the people who live in my house


These are the people who live in my house
These are the people who are living in my house
New York, London, Paris, Rome
I rather be here! Home sweet home!
These are the people who live in my house
In my house
In my house
In my house