Subletting Lyrics

This isn't my bed

Those aren't my clothes

Whose on the wall are those holiday photos

Nevermind the cuddly bear, the floral dresser

And the drawer full of underwear?

There's the 'Be Happy' heart

By the window with the view of the bins in the courtyard

And the doormat of 'Home Sweet Home'

Where we barely wipe our feet before it's time to go

And if you want to climb the ladder

We can sublet our rungs

You can rent my heart and let my bladder

You can start a lease on my lungs

They have no taste in furnishings

There's a big deposit so we can't burn everything

Or sell it to pay the rent

Even the rubber duck should be unscratched at the end

When the landlady comes to view any stains in the oven

After her trip round Peru

And our journey starts where it began

Travelling round the city in the back of a transit van

And if you want to climb the ladder

We can sublet your rungs

You can rent my heart and let my bladder

You can start a lease on my lungs