There's a riot in my house
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Chaos is blossoming
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Run and hide little mouse
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Go on and get yourself together
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When burn outs by the score
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Strung out in metal cages
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See technicolor pour
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From every laceration
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I realize that I'm slowly coming down with you
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Angels fill my room
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With what I've scant belief in
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When death's metal broom
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Comes sweeping through the evening
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Get up off the floor
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There's hot smoking radiation
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From window to the door
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In ultra violent hesitation
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I realize that I'm slowly coming down with you
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Battle lines appear
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Within the broken mirrors
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Yet the dogs have no fear
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Fighting in the dark grey shadows
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Hear the coughing sound
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Mama bring my medication
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No harmony is found
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While performing levitation
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I realize that I'm slowly coming down with you
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There's a riot in my house
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Chaos is blossoming
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Run and hide little mouse
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Go on and get yourself together
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From window to the door
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There's cold choking strangulation
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See technicolor pour
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From every amputation
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And realize that I'm slowly coming down with you
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Riot In My House
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Mark Lanegan |