Janin Songtext

This is the place where people go to drown their sorrows
This is the place where people stay to dance all of their cares away
This is the place to be naive and clap along to a drunken melody
But that's what you get when you cross the threshold...

Welcome to the house on Pleasant Hill.
We've seen it all, and nothing's out of the ordinary.

This is the place where people lurk when they're skeptical about going to work
This is the place where people gossip about who they slept with