Текст: Menomena. Five Little Rooms.

This is a place that takes place in a freezer
Count your blessings, It's far removed
from your group of peers
from your circle

Five little rooms, one for each of my husbands
One for each of my bride-grooms
and their prostitutes
and their children

Take a breath of the scenery, all this
someday could be yours
Cross your heart, click your heels and get the
hell away

All this could be yours, someday
All this could be yours, someday
All this could be yours, someday
All this could be yours

Hold on a pole right next to a McDonalds
in a suburban shopping mall
at half mast again
between shootings

All this could be yours, someday (x8)