Peter Evans - Pre-Fab lyrics

I bought a pre-fab house and I made it my own I've got this pre-fab house, hung up my television, hooked up my telephone Cooked up a steak with the champignons, now my house smells like it should Stunk up my space with the champignons, I cooked it good Outside these boxes all look the same, on the street, they're just a number Inside the walls (it's all different), behind the blinds (they're not the same) Raise the roof (it's all different), open the windows (they're not the same) Inside, inside, inside