Texty: OK Go. The House Wins.

Fingers blistered from the nightly
scratching at the window
which won't open
far enough to let air in.

The house wins.
Oh, the house always wins.

Feral cats are screaming
at the clouds beneath the window
with the crack so small
that nothing gets within.

The house wins.
Oh, the house always wins.

You don't have to be alone
To be lonely,
You might as well give in.

Telephones are howling
at the cats out in the alley
and the window offers
nothing in the din.

The house wins.
Oh, the house always wins.

Clouds uncage the car alarms
to chase the cats and telephones.
Fingers rake and rasp
away their skin.

The house wins.
Oh, the house always wins.

You don't have to be alone
to be lonely,
You might as well give in.

Yeah, you don't have to be alone
to be lonely;
You might as well give in.

Ice age upon catastrophic
ice age of selection,
and only one result
has trickled in:

The house wins.
Oh, the house always wins.

If evil were a lesser breed
than justice, after all these years
the righteous would have
freed the world of sin.

The house wins.
Oh, the house always wins.

You don't have to be alone
to be lonely,
You might as well give in.

You don't have to be alone
to be lonely,
You might as well give in.

You don't have to be sick
to be dying;
You might as well give in.

You don't have to be lost
to be lost.
Oh, give in.

You don't have to be alone
to be lonely;
You might as well give in.