Standard (EADGBE)
The walls of our house are thinner than paper
The roof is a vapor that hangs in the air
And our wedding bed is made from the same stuff
Our bodies are made of
Chorus
If no heavy breath blew up these lungs
Gbar
While dirt and wet spit hung a ghost in the air
Were still here
While kids and their friends make war (or warm?) by the fire
Their old men retire to drink and do drugs
We long for the truth We argue about it
But most of us doubt it will ever be found
So no heavy breath blew up these lungs
Gbar
While dirt and wet spit hung a ghost in the air
But were still here
Were still here