I just can’t stay away – I’m here again.
Lately I have been frequenting bad houses
Places no respectable man would be seen
I hate myself for my weakness
My past sickens me
I tell myself I will not go
Even as I drive there
Except that I walk here, the houses are not bad, I’m almost entirely respectable, my past is far from sickening and I tell myself I will go there.
I just happen to like Big Black, but thought that quoting Pleasant Valley Sunday was too obvious.
So here we are again again and again – the national preoccupation with owner occupation incarnate.
Additions, extensions and amendments, the tidy-minded residents abide in a slowly evolving closed system of happy habitation.