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Oh Lord I got eggs on my plate I got em Damn right I got four walls I live here Hey I live here Now this big Jew-man uptown He told me one day He said, boy  You look at that house On the hill That cost a hundred thousand dollars You could be up there You know what? I'll put you on the hit parade Everybody will know your name Iggy  But man Solomon Who does my name belong to then? What have I got? Four walls What have I got? Four walls I thank you Lord I thank you Lord above this orange carpet And the ceiling above it Who left Murph the Surf On my ceiling? Iggy  Now here we go boys Four walls Four walls Here I go  I'm looking for love again I'm looking for love I'm running from friend to friend I'm looking for love in the wine I'm looking for love In anybody I can find  Thank you God For these four walls I love But are they secure? Heh God! Are you above? Then tell me who let that fucking door half open? Oh Lord I got something I'll tell you what I got, boys, I got this Four walls, Three walls, Two walls, Four walls But they can't talk Four walls But they can't talk Four walls But they can't talk Four walls  But if they could talk What would they say? They'd say Nash the slash Why did you leave your sticker on my Forty-two dollar and fifty cent suite In James Dean's head bed?