Gary Numan: “Here in my car, I am stuck in my car, why am I stuck in my car?”

Winston K: “OUR HOUSE! IS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET!”

Talking Heads: “This isn’t my beautiful house! How did I end up here?”

Ludacris: “MOVE, BITCH, GET OUT THE WAY!”

I prefer Depeche Mode:

Sitting target, sitting waiting
Anticipating nothing, nothing

Life is full of surprises
It advertises nothing, nothing

What am I trying to do?
What am I trying to say?
I’m not trying to tell you anything
You didn’t know when you woke up today

Sitting target, sitting praying
And God is saying nothing, nothing

Always knows the prospects
Learn to expect nothing, nothing

What am I trying to do?
What am I trying to say?
I’m not trying to tell you anything
You didn’t know when you woke up today

(Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing)
(Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing)

Nothing, oh no, nothing, oh no
Nothing, oh no, nothing, oh no
Nothing, oh no, nothing, oh no
Nothing, oh no, nothing, oh no
Nothing, oh no, nothing, oh no

Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, it’s our castle and our keep