This House Is Not For Sale - Live From The London Palladium

These four walls have got a story to tell

(Oh-oh, oh-oh...!)

The door is off the hinges, there's no wishing them well

(Oh-oh, oh-oh...!)

Outside the sky is coal black, the streets are on fire

The picture windows cracked, and there's no where to run

I know, I know, this house is not for sale

I set each stone and I hammered each nail

This house is not for sale

When every memory is lived and my dreams all fail

This house is not for sale

Coming home, I'm coming home

Swirl my spike into the ground and I stake my claim

(Oh-oh, oh-oh...!)

Standing on the dirt where they'll dig my grave

(Oh-oh, oh-oh...!)

Now I built these walls, it's in my veins

No time for lookin' back, the world is out the door

This heart, this soul, this house is not for sale

I set each stone and I hammered each nail

This house is not for sale

When every memory is lived and my dreams all fail

This house is not for sale

Coming home, I'm coming home

This house was built on trust

That's what it is, it always was

No wrecking ball could knock it down

This house was built on higher ground

I set each stone and I hammered each nail

This house is not for sale

When every memory is lived and my dreams all fail

This house is not for sale

Coming home, I'm coming home

Coming home, I'm coming home

(This house is not for sale)

Coming home, I'm coming home

(I'm) coming home, I'm coming home

(This house is not, is not for sale...!)