Blink 182: Kids of the black hole

No sound is heard from unit twoWhen there was once so much to doWas once a green mansion, but now it's a wastelandOur days of wreckless fun are throughGO!Kids in a fast lane living for todayNo rules to abide by and no one to obeySex, drugs and fun is their only thought and careAnother swig of brew another overnight affairHouse of the filthy, house not a homeHouse of destruction where the lurkers roamedHouse that belonged to all the homeless kidsHouse of the filthy, house not a homeHouse of destruction where the lurkers roamedHouse that belonged to all the homeless kidsKids of the black holeMessages and slogans are the primary decorHistory's recorded in a clutter on the floorInhabitants that searched the grounds for roaches or spare changeAnother night of chaos is so easy to arrangeHouse of the filthy, house not a homeHouse of destruction where the lurkers roamedHouse that belonged to all the homeless kidsHouse of the filthy, house not a homeHouse of destruction where the lurkers roamedHouse that belonged to all the homeless kidsKids of the black holeThe nights of birthdaysThe nights of fryThe nights of endless drinkingThe nights of violenceThe nights of noiseThe nights that had to end for good, still not understood, by the girls and boysCarefree in their actions as for morals they had noneWhen the girls were horny who would be the lucky ones?Pushing all the limits to a point of no returnTrashed beyond belief to show the kids don't wanna learnHouse of the filthy, house not a homeHouse of destruction where the lurkers roamedHouse that belonged to all the homeless kidsHouse of the filthy, house not a homeHouse of destruction where the lurkers roamedHouse that belonged to all the homeless kidsHouse of the filthy, house not a homeHouse of destruction where the lurkers roamedHouse that belonged to all the homeless kidsHouse of the filthy, house not a homeHouse of destruction where the lurkers roamedHouse that belonged to all the homeless kidsKids of the black hole