No sound is heard from unit two Where there was once so much to do Was once a great mansion, now it's a wasteland Our days of reckless fun are through Kids in the fast lane, living for today No rules to abide by and no one to obey Sex, drugs and fun is their only thought or care Another swig of brew, another overnight affair House of the filthy, house not a home House of destruction where lurkers roamed House that belonged to all the homeless kids House of the filthy, house not a home House of destruction where lurkers roamed House that belonged to all the homeless kids Kids of the black hole Messages and slogans are the primary decor History's recorded in the clutter on the floor Inhabitants that searched the grounds for roaches or spare change Another night of chaos is so easy to arrange House of the filthy, house not a home House of destruction where lurkers roamed House that belonged to all the homeless kids House of the filthy, house not a home House of destruction where lurkers roamed House that belonged to all the homeless kids Kids of the black hole The nights of birthdays, the nights of fry The nights of endless drinking, the nights of violence The nights of noise, the nights that had to end for good Still not understood by the girls and boys Carefree in their actions, as for morals they had none When the girls were horny who would be the lucky ones? Pushing all the limits to a point of no return Trashed beyond belief to show the kids don't wanna learn House of the filthy, house not a home House of destruction where the lurkers roamed House that belonged to all the homeless kids House of the filthy, house not a home House of destruction where the lurkers roamed House that belonged to all the homeless kids House of the filthy, house not a home House of destruction where the lurkers roamed House that belonged to all the homeless kids House of the filthy, house not a home House of destruction where the lurkers roamed House that belonged to all the homeless kids Kids of the black hole