There's a riot in the kitchen an the beds on fire
There's a locket in my pocket that i can't find
Oh i'm at the window whistling in the windd
I'm at my own front door and i can't get in
I'm dialling up the 911
I'm on the brink of trouble again
If you could change the time a little
Then everything would be
Fine, fine, fine
Tell me do you have a home-made remedy
The only time we talk is in our sleep
Oh he likes the mornings, i like the moon
It's a typicsl case of to little, too soon
I'm dialling up the 911
I'm on the brink of trouble again
If you could change the time a little
Then everything would be
Fine, fine, fine
...My back is in the corner
my boat is taking on water
You can't wrap fire up in paper
And you can't rap your way out of here
Oh he likes the mornings, i like the moon
It's a typicsl case of to late, too soon
I'm dialing up 911...