Madness
Our House

Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sleep
Brother's got a date to keep, he can't hang around

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our

Our house, it has a crowd
There's always something happening
And it's usually quite loud
Our mum, she's so house-proud
Nothing ever slows her down, and a mess is not allowed

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
Our house, in the middle of our street
(Something tells you that you've got to get away from it)
Our house, in the middle of our

Father gets up late for work
Mother has to iron his shirt
Then she sends the kids to school
Sees them off with a small kiss
She's the one they're going to miss in lots of ways

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our

I remember way back then when everything was true
And when we would have such a very good time
Such a fine time, such a happy time
And I remember how we'd play simply waste the day away
Then we'd say nothing would come between us
Two dreamers

Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sleep
Brother's got a date to keep, he can't hang around

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
Our house, was our castle and our keep
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, that was where we used to sleep
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house....


Mirror lyrics:

Our house....
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, that was where we used to sleep
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, was our castle and our keep
Our house, in the middle of our
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street

Brother's got a date to keep, he can't hang around
Sister's sighing in her sleep
The kids are playing up downstairs
Mother's tired she needs a rest
Father wears his Sunday best

Two dreamers
Then we'd say nothing would come between us
And I remember how we'd play simply waste the day away
Such a fine time, such a happy time
And when we would have such a very good time
I remember way back then when everything was true

Our house, in the middle of our
Our house, in the middle of our street

She's the one they're going to miss in lots of ways
Sees them off with a small kiss
Then she sends the kids to school
Mother has to iron his shirt
Father gets up late for work

Our house, in the middle of our
(Something tells you that you've got to get away from it)
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
Our house, in the middle of our street

Nothing ever slows her down, and a mess is not allowed
Our mum, she's so house-proud
And it's usually quite loud
There's always something happening
Our house, it has a crowd

Our house, in the middle of our
Our house, in the middle of our street

Brother's got a date to keep, he can't hang around
Sister's sighing in her sleep
The kids are playing up downstairs
Mother's tired she needs a rest
Father wears his Sunday best


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