Voice Of The Beehive - Playing House Lyrics
He is walking to the slaughter of the hell that's called routineShe arises tried - she is feeding on the famine of theFat that's called the housewifeMaking sure that it's all cleanThis is the game called playing houseWe're all screamin', no one's getting outThis is the game called playing houseHe's starving for a surprise, she is aching for a signThat things are not quite as simpleAs they seemed to be designedGive me complication, give me freezing in the heatGive me some new kind of rhythmGive me some new kind of beatDon't give me the game called playing houseWe're all screaming, no one's getting outDon't give me the game called playing housePlaying house, Playing houseDestroy all that's creative - give routine a friendly faceJust give everyone a rhythm, just give everyone a placeThat is the game that we've been told that we will playAnd if we play ot long enough, it's bound to surely go away.