Ranting about things
Is a mode real typical, really typical, oh, oh-oh, oh
Might sound weird, I know
But all of my drapes are a farce

All that I have are useless curtains
Came with the house and they're shit
All that I have are useless curtains
Once I have the funds, they will get fixed
First bit, first bit that got me pissed:
Will they block all light for me? No, that's missed
The sun peaks 'round, there's no darkness here for me
That sucks because th-th-then I can't sleep

More sucks about this
Makes me really cynical, really cynical, oh, oh-oh, oh
Weird how much they blow
Who would've thought drapes were a farce?

All that I have are useless curtains
I guess "stock standard" means "shit"
All that I have are useless curtains
Soon as I can afford it, they're ditched
Next one, next one: it always gets jammed
This flimsy little cord is so crap
How is this such a big joke? It's a damn pulley
That's a basic-ass machine

Raging about this
Hope it's not so typical, not so typical, oh, oh-oh, oh
Hope that other folks
Are safe from this bullshit drape farce

These stupid drapes
Spread dust all around, no lie
Colour's also shite
Who picked the worst damn shade of dye?
The only pain
That I don't have is the kind
Where cats tear up shite
Somehow "no pet"'s the silver line

All that I have are useless curtains
Ev'rything 'bout them is shit
All that I have are useless curtains
Saving all of my cash for a fix

Worse things? No doubt this
Is an issue minimal, issue minimal, oh, oh-oh, oh
First world problem joke
And my rage is the real drape farce
But there's no doubt this
Is the utter pinnacle, utter pinnacle, oh, oh-oh, oh
Of how my house blows
When even the drapes are a farce