More songs by Kita Alexander
Description
Banjo, Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboards, Percussion: Chris Collins
Producer: Chris Collins
Backing Vocals: Chris Collins
Vocals: Kita Alexander
Composer: Nikkita Kaela Wright
Composer: PJ Harding
Composer: Shungudzo Kuyimba
Lyrics and translation
Original
I'm the good house on a shitty street, so take the trash out and keep the grass green.
I hear the people talking as they pass me by, hear 'em make up stories about what's going on inside, inside, inside, inside. The good house, drawing on the walls are ways to fall out.
A match could burn it down, so won't you keep out?
'Cause it's not as solid as it sounds. I'm patching up the holes, pretending it ain't bad. This good house.
Ooh.
The days turn into months.
If I move on, I'll mess it up.
I know I look fine, but I'm not because I'm still trying to wash you off.
The kids on Halloween, they wanna know what's wrong with me.
They press their face to the fly screen, trying to see inside, inside, inside, inside.
The good house, drawing on the walls are ways to fall out. A match could burn it down, so won't you keep out?
'Cause it's not as solid as it sounds.
I'm patching up the holes, pretending it ain't bad. This good house, building up the walls, it's taking years now.
The cracks are coming off, so won't you keep out?
'Cause it's not as solid as it sounds. I'm patching up the holes, pretending it ain't bad.
This good house, good house, good house, good. . .
I'm the good house on a shitty street, so take the trash out and keep the grass green.
English translation
I'm the good house on a shitty street, so take the trash out and keep the grass green.
I hear the people talking as they pass me by, hear 'em make up stories about what's going on inside, inside, inside, inside. The good house, drawing on the walls are ways to fall out.
A match could burn it down, so won't you keep out?
'Cause it's not as solid as it sounds. I'm patching up the holes, pretending it ain't bad. This good house.
Ooh.
The days turn into months.
If I move on, I'll mess it up.
I know I look fine, but I'm not because I'm still trying to wash you off.
The kids on Halloween, they wanna know what's wrong with me.
They press their face to the fly screen, trying to see inside, inside, inside, inside.
The good house, drawing on the walls are ways to fall out. A match could burn it down, so won't you keep out?
'Cause it's not as solid as it sounds.
I'm patching up the holes, pretending it ain't bad. This good house, building up the walls, it's taking years now.
The cracks are coming off, so won't you keep out?
'Cause it's not as solid as it sounds. I'm patching up the holes, pretending it ain't bad.
This good house, good house, good house, good. . .
I'm the good house on a shitty street, so take the trash out and keep the grass green.