My best friend’s parents are gonenThis time he says there gone for goodnYou slept out on the lawnnWe burned that house down cause we couldnSpent a year in jail, cause we gave cops some phone namesnAnd no one paid our bail and at our funeral no one camennModest living, is all I want but nothing lessnModest living, we’ll get a bunk bed for our guestsnModest living, doesn’t matter how we dressnModest livingnnYou’ve got a small apartmentnWith a kitchen and a fridge nI have a small compartmentnFull of ice and frozen fishnIt’s where we kept the fingersnOf our enemies and friendsnAll the hatred lingersnI knew we’d get ‘em in the endnnModest living, is all I want but nothing lessnModest living, we’ll get a bunk bed for our guestsnModest living, doesn’t matter how we dressnModest livingnnBut now we are (?) nAnd we live with the (?)nOf our (?)nHe sleeps outsidenCause he knowsnThat we all carry knivesnAnd we never lose a fightnAnd we all carry knivesnAnd we never lose a fightnWe never lose a fightnWe never lose a fightnWe never lose a fightnWe never lose a fight nWe never lose a fight nWe never lose a fightnWe never lose a fight nWe never lose a fightnWe never lose a fight nWe never lose a fightnWe never looo-n