Lyrics:

Is your brother early with his own demise?
And your late sister wakes you with her smilin' eyes
And your mother’s home is no longer hers
Though your daddy’s gone, his curse is all yours

And your lover’s upset
By the attention he still don’t get
With one boot under the bed
And another firmly planted on the border

The universe suggests
It could be worse at best
But you better get your house in order
Get your house in order

The day dawns on the back of your neck
With the sweat of another train wreck
It dawns on you and suspects
It entertains and enlightens and then rejects

And later in the day
The children come in with their wordplay
What can anyone say?
According to the recorder

The universe suggests
It could be worse at best
But you’d better get your house in order
Get your house in order