Eviction Songtext
von Whalers

Get out of bed,
Brush my teeth,
Comb my hair,
Put shoes on my feet

Things move near,
Things move far,
The more things move,
The more they′re circular

Sometimes,
You've got to create
An eviction storm

Sometimes,
You′ve got to create
An eviction storm

Fire my friends,
Fire my job,
Fire my girl,
Fire to all.


See a pretty girl,
Standing in line.
See a broken man,
Longing to shine.

Let's all head
Down to the party
Sipping on drinks,
And dreading
Turning forty.

Sometimes,
You've got to create
An eviction storm.

Sometimes,
You′ve got to create
An eviction storm.

Fire my friends.
And fire my job.
Fire my girl.
Fire to ALL.