I clear my throat before I grab the mic I need uno momento Them cynics gonna ride me like a pinto No resentment do you comprehend my innuendo You still can′t leave the party til you drop your crucial info Am I jaded in assuming that you′re simply bound to do me Like them other lyricists who′s message ain′t so gloomy Pan my positivity cause love has let you down Cuz if they taste the love you tasted They′d be making sweeter sounds, ′T
Government checks they flex with no dollars Two turntables and a plate full of collards Royalty checks reflects with few dollars But my DJ makes the people wanna holler
[CHORUS] Love is in the house and the house is packed So much so I left the back door cracked Mama always said it′s a matter of fact that when love is in the house the house is packed Love is in the house and the house is packed So much so I left the back door cracked Daddy always said that I wish I was black cuz when love is in the house the house is packed
Packed like a baby nine months in the womb Man it was packed like the closet full of Nike′s in my room Singin′ Oh sweet Lord take me to the next level Where the love′s much thicker than the stares of my devils So whether or not this is a dream or reality Let me appeal to the graces of His majesty Amazing it will be when this tree bears life My roots run to the river and the Giver of Life
Corporate jets they flex with big dollars Two palm pilots and a room full of bawlers Royalty checks reflects with few dollars But amazing grace makes the people wanna holler
[CHORUS]
Woke up this morning, didn′t know what to do There was people all around me tellin′ me to sing the blues Said they ain′t seen no happy since 1992 Then they turned to me thinking I′d agree and I offered this humble view
Watch out, you might get what you′re after Cool babies, strange but not a stranger I′m an ordinary guy Burning down the house
Hold tight, wait till the party′s over Hold tight, we′re in for nasty weather There has got to be a way Burning down the house
Here′s your ticket, pack your bag, time for jumpin′ overboard The transportation is here Close enough but not too far, maybe you know where you are Fightin′ fire with fire
All wet, guess you might need a raincoat Shake down, dreams walking in broad daylight Three hundred sixty five degrees Burning down the house
It was once upon a place, sometimes I listen to myself Gonna come in first place People on their way to work, say baby, what did you expect? Gonna burst into flame
Burning down the house
My house, south of the ordinary That′s right, don′t want to hurt nobody Some things can knock me off my feet Burning down the house
No visible means of support and you have not seen nothing yet Everything′s stuck together I don′t know what you expect staring into the T.V. set Fighting fire with fire
Fighting fire with fire Fighting fire with fire Fighting fire with fire Fighting fire with fire Burning down the house
Well I ain′t proud of what I′m about to do All alone up here with you With the picture of your man Face down upon the night stand, so he can′t see And I don′t like running all the red lights here Every time the coast is clear Any time you need my lovin′ You know I′ll come running, faithfully
[Chorus] Cause he stays so busy with his money And you, you get so lonely when he′s gone And me, I′m just your temporary lover ′Til your blues are gone I′m the man of the house whenever he ain′t home
Now the statues on the side of that big gate They′re laughing as I drive away And I can′t keep from thinking Are they laughing at your old man or at me And the only part that I don′t like to play Is the part when I get up and go away I find it mighty hard Just keeping this old heart tucked away Cause he stays...
[Repeat Chorus]
I′m the man of the house When your other man ain′t home
Here is the house Where it all happens Those tender moments Under this roof Body and soul come together As we come closer together And is it happens It happens here In this house
And I feel your warmth And it feels like home And there′s someone Calling on the telephone Let′s stay home It′s cold outside And I have so much To confide to you
With or without words I′ll confide everything
Here is the house Where it all happens Those tender moments Under this roof Body and soul come together As we come close together And as it happens It happens here In this house
So we stay at home And I′m by your side And you know What′s going on inside Inside my heart Inside this house And I just want to Let it out for you
And I feel your warmth And it feels like home And I feel your warmth And it feels like home
Here is the house Where it all happens Those tender moments Under this roof Body and soul come together As we come closer together
There′s a full moon over this ancient town A clock faced the color of the sky And every street that we walk down Belongs to the house where my father died
Where prisoners march in luck step with each other Reavers test the limit of their reign Dragging their dead weight from the other While I claim my place, center stage
I′ve been thrown by the thrashing of his going Chained to his unseen stride I′ve walked in luck step without knowing My indifference, my only disguise
Now it comes through me like an injection Anonymous pain throbbing real inside And every pulse in my body Belongs to the house where my father died
Won′t catch his spirit in a candle On or alive in it′s guttering glow And death comes through these streets like a scandal Bent up and beaten, oh, a bitter body blow
And in bars and shaded back rooms Those who can′t cope just get high But every place this drink takes me to Belongs to the house, where my father died
And there′s a full moon over this ancient town Head lights numb the banner of the sky Rain rages the steadings and the open ground And I′m a child fighting shadows with tears in my eyes
And the valley cannons and thunder Trees blow beneath the bruising of the sky Like centuries shield the lake from my wonder And I′m as helpless as a child hiding from life
And the face from my mind is fading I count the wounds for the very first time Tonight there′s gonna be a reckoning I′m entering the house where my father died
You are the original template. You are the original exemplary. How seen were you, actually? How revered were you (honestly) at the time?
Why pleased with your low maintenance? Where was your ally, your partner in feminine crime?
Oh, mother, who′s your buddy? Oh, mother, who′s got your back? The heart of the house, The heart of the house. All hail the goddess.
You were ′good ′ol′ You were count on′er til four am You saw me run from the house In the snow melodramatically.
Oh, mother, who′s your sister? Oh, mother, who′s your friend? The heart of the house. The heart of the house. All hail the goddess.
We left the men and we went for a walk in the gatineaus And talked like women, Like women to women would. Womyn to womyn would Where did you get that from? Must′ve been your father, your dad.
I got it from you, I got it from you.
Do you see yourself in my gypsy garage sale ways? In my fits of laughter? In my tinkerbell tendencies? In my lack of color coordination?
As the night draws in, Let the game begin (It′s a groove thing). Let your feet decide, Gonna catch a ride (Keep on moving). So let′s go away, The mood can′t be that hard to reach, The night will just take us there.
Bridge: And all you gotta do is, All you gotta do is...
Chorus: Bring the house down! Raise the roof and get on the floor, (House down, raise the roof, get on the floor). Let′s bring the house down, Really want to hear you shouting more, more, more. (Really want to hear some more)
You can stay in bed, With a sleepy head (Doing nothing). You can always try, Just to walk on by (It will pull you in). We′re flying away, We fall into this fantasy Where the groove will carry us on. Bridge
Chorus
Everybody do your thing, Let′s bring the house down. Everybody spread your wings, Let′s bring the house down.
So let′s go away, The mood can′t be that hard to reach, The night will just take us there.
I don′t want to go To Paris or to Rome I want to stay at home Don′t want to catch a plane I′m going to miss my train And I will shut the door ′Cause I′m heading for - heading for
A quiet week in the house A quiet week in the house
This is the house This is the hill This is the story - it′s a little thing A lock of hair An invisible smoke trail Nothing there but the dust and the rust oh/oh/oh everything changes
This is your picture (it′s in black and white) This is the family having a party There′s a crack in the ceiling And there′s an open door Nothing there but the dust and the rust oh/oh/oh everything changes