House

Gregory Dorey was like a gun without a barrel

Every now and then we would talk like we were friends

One day I flipped him a little bird like buddies do

And that was one

Little overstep

I lived to regret

Whoa oh oh oh

Jeremy Howzer had a house around the corner

When he was walking he would spit upon the floor

Every morning we would walk the long way round

And he spat again