Streaks on the china, never mattered before, who cares.
When you dropped kicked your jacket
As you came through the door,
No one glared.
But sometimes things get turned around and no one's spared.
All hands look out below, there's a change in the status quo.
Gonna need all the help that we can get.
According to our new arrival life is more than mere survival
We just might live the good life yet.