Playing House

Voice Of The Beehive

He's walking slowly - he is in no hurry 
He is walking to the slaughter of the hell that's called routine 
She arises tried - she is feeding on the famine of the 
Fat that's called the housewife 
Making sure that it's all clean 

This is the game called playing house 
We're all screamin', no one's getting out 
This is the game called playing house 

He's starving for a surprise, she is aching for a sign 
That things are not quite as simple 
As they seemed to be designed 
Give me complication, give me freezing in the heat 
Give me some new kind of rhythm 
Give me some new kind of beat 

Don't give me the game called playing house 
We're all screaming, no one's getting out 
Don't give me the game called playing house 

Playing house, Playing house 

Destroy all that's creative - give routine a friendly face 
Just give everyone a rhythm, just give everyone a place 
That is the game that we've been told that we will play 
And if we play ot long enough, it's bound to surely go away.