You work hard
To make this house a home
Then turn around
And break all my bones.

Come down through the mountain range,
Hop off of your high horse, he's been smoking,
You've been gloating and bloating,
Telling fables of how our house is blazing,
A nuclear family who's your pride,
Cause we are sticking by your side,
Glued-tight at the seams, turn on the beams,
The glare will blind our closest,
Is it worth it to not disclose it?

You work hard,
To give this house some gloom,
You don't care to see the children bloom,
Cause nothings worth losing your little kids,
You own us. You own our things, You own our love.
You own our home, You own our food.
Would you ever own up?