Punk Rock is Not a Vehicle for Your PC Agenda - Rubbish

(Written by Roger Miller) I walked up to my door and hate to turn the key Emptiness is all that waits inside for me That's how it is when the one you love is gone That's how it is when your house is not a home. I look around and see things marked with "his" and "hers" Little things like this just make things that much worse That's how it is since I live my life alone That's how it is since my house is not a home. --- Instrumental --- Is there a way out for a soul so torn as mine Each day I live I'm like a prisoner, passing time That's how it is, ask anyone who lives alone That's how it is when your house is not a home. That's how it is when your house is not a home...

Well there's a difference between love and what it is you're doing And what you're doing is just not right! Take a look around at all the girls you think of screwing Are they going to be OK tonight? How could you treat a person like that? How could you treat a person like that? How could you treat a person like that? How could you treat a person like that? It's hard to enjoy myself when I can't keep my eyes off you Afraid you're gonna hurt someone I care about Maybe you'll never know the act of caring truly acted But you don't know so just get out How could you treat a person like that? How could you treat a person like that? How could you treat a person like that? How could you treat a person like that? (And then she tells you) she don't wanna go home with you (And then she tells you) she don't wanna go home with you Can't you see she's not your pet Can't you see she's not your pet Can't you see she's not your pet, yeah, yeah Don't treat her like that

These four walls have got a story to tell (Oh-oh, oh-oh) The door is off the hinges, there's no wishing them well (Oh-oh, oh-oh) Outside the sky is coal black, the streets are on fire The picture windows cracked, and there's no where to run I know, I know, this house is not for sale I set each stone and I hammered each nail This house is not for sale Where memories live and the dreams don't fail This house is not for sale Coming home, I'm coming home Drove a spike into the ground and I staked my claim (Oh-oh, oh-oh) Standing on the dirt where they'll dig my grave (Oh-oh, oh-oh) Now what built these walls is in my veins No time for lookin' back, the wolf is at the door This heart, this soul, this house is not for sale I set each stone and I hammered each nail This house is not for sale Where memories live and the dream don't fail This house is not for sale Coming home, I'm coming home This house was built on trust That's what it is, it always was No wrecking ball could knock it down This house was built on higher ground I set each stone and I hammered each nail This house is not for sale Where memories live and the dream don't fail This house is not for sale Coming home, I'm coming home Coming home, I'm coming home (This house is not for sale) Coming home, I'm coming home (I'm) coming home, I'm coming home (This house is not, is not for sale)