All the teens in the house are asleep
All the lights in the house are on
Every turn of events not cheap
Maybe we could get it on

In the sink it is world war three
They were up, they were all night long
Baby what if we let them be
Let the bed squeak its song

O! in the morning

Why the fuck are they up til dawn
Are there new chemicals at play?
They don't care if we get it on
They don't mind if we go all day

It'll be like the pundits said
Every punk in the world is dead
All the rules and the regs for fun
Go out with the sun and

O! in the morning

There's definitely a cigarette involved
We could call your sister in law
She could bring a bottle of wine
Ink matching tattoos on both of our thighs
The smell of burning flesh
And the bzzz of the gun
If we get your sister it's like thruple the fun
She can wear your nightie from France
You can throw on something
Like your underpants
Ring up sister number two
See what she is willing to do
Then we'll go to sister three
Find out how far she's into me