Spaz's House Destruction Party

i want to tell you a little story 'bout a party that went all right,
but went all wrong i want to tell you a little story 'bout a party in this song.
it happened back in '93,
in the pittsburgh punk rock scene an event that will go down,
in infamy it was all the master plan,
of one legendary punk rock kid his name was «spaz», S-P-A-Z…
an eviction notice sent to his house sparked off an idea,
«i should have one last party al my place…»
so off he set with his master plan, the invitations in his hand read,
«you're invited to my house destruction party!»
spaz’s house destruction party,
it was chaos with no end if you were crazy enough
to make the house destruction party then you know
you’re lucky that you lived we played there st. patrick’s day,
with submachine and the bad genes in a basement full of debris
from kicked in doors, broken glass,
kicked in walls the place was trashed the house was now missing
its support beams the bathrooms had no toilets or sinks left
in them there was nothing in the kitchen left to break aut
rotten spray painted on walls,
drunk punks passed out in the halls and this was just the second night,
or a three-day long party the cops showed up and all the kids went piling out the back i remember running away
and hiding out in the lot behind the squirrel hill mellon bank the cop said,
«i want to speak to someone who lives here!»
and this punk kid said she did he asked,
«is this the condition this house has always been in?»
she answered, «ah… yeah, it is.»