These Are The People Who Live In My House by Eureka Machines Lyrics
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 address
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 here 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 (my house)
These are the people who live in my house (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 mousies under the floor
These are the people who live in my house
These are the people who live in my house (my house)
These are the people who are living in my house (my house)
New York, London, Paris, Rome
I'd rather be here, home sweet home
These are the people who live in my house (my house)
In my house (my house)
In my house (my house)
In my house (my house)
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 address
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 here 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 (my house)
These are the people who live in my house (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 mousies under the floor
These are the people who live in my house
These are the people who live in my house (my house)
These are the people who are living in my house (my house)
New York, London, Paris, Rome
I'd rather be here, home sweet home
These are the people who live in my house (my house)
In my house (my house)
In my house (my house)
In my house (my house)