Oh, my god, it's been agesnLook at you nownI've read about younnThis place still looks the samenDown to the drunks and homeless onesnWell, you now how it isnnI should be leavingnI am fine, I am finenI shut doors and windowsnAnd sleep for daysnnA familiar face without meaningnNowhere lostnSomeone set fire tonThe place I used to call my homennSoon everyone is back for Christmas breaknCounting victimsnAnd what measure do you use on your old friends?nOh, success!